So, How Do You Like Elon Now?
We'd all be better off if he would just stay immersed in his video game while creating sperm samples for his legion of IVF baby mamas. If you know what I mean...
I got a call out-of-the-blue from my eldest sibling a few years back. We keep track of each other via our iPhones and he had noticed I was gallivanting about the emerald city of Seattle.
“How far are you from Georgetown?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Why?” I replied in my best little brother tone.
“There’s a car dealership selling a minimally-used Tesla at a phenomenal price.” he said.
I was taken aback because I didn’t think even a fairly priced Tesla would be something my typically frugal brother would consider. My second thought was sending ME to judge the quality or worthiness of a vehicle valued at twenty times the value of my Subaru beater, seems like a forlorn lesson in futility. I’ve never purchased a brand new vehicle. My opinion — therefore — would be hyper-biased.
I knew ahead of time it would be the priciest, and nicest, car I had ever driven.
I guess he just wanted me to verify it wasn’t stripped down or had a fading paint job.
I headed to the dealership and, when I arrived, I walked into the dealership as if I owned the place and pronounced that I was representing a serious buyer. From Texas, no less.
Without a second thought, I was tossed a key fob of some sort and told I could test-drive it without minders. They asked if I wanted the Tesla to navigate itself out of the lot on its own and, being a modern-day Luddite, I replied, “Whoa! No! Thanks!”
I drove it several miles around the city and was impressed that it felt like an Abrams tank and hummed along like an expensive automobile I could never afford. I brought it back to the lot and proceeded to make an idiot of myself by looking underneath the car for…what? and under the “hood” at an empty trunk.
I kicked the tires for good measure.
Needless to say, I dutifully reported to my brother that it was — indeed — a Tesla and that it was intact, unscathed, beautifully appointed and, by far, the nicest car I’d ever laid hands to steering wheel.
Fortunately, he didn’t buy that Tesla.
Or any Tesla.
Because it was about the same time my suspicions about the pasty-faced South African who acted like every Bond villain ever imagined began to bubble to the surface.
Do you remember in 2018 when a soccer team of kids in Thailand got trapped in an underwater cavern? I do. The whole tawdry episode involving Musk left an indelible impression on me.
I don’t recall all of the details but I believe the kids were trapped for quite some time. Elon Musk decided to offer his services but he did it in such a stupendously spotlight-hogging, attention-grabbing way that it was to no one’s surprise — except his own — that he was immediately, and publicly, rebuffed.
The details and tit for tat are window dressing. They don’t matter. What ought to have mattered to everyone was that a man with spectacular wealth and unimaginable clout — who, at the time, might have been universally admired — chose to be not just ungracious, but egregiously and rudely inflammatory.
What Musk did was to publicly call the lead rescuer — who had rejected the offer of Musk’s untested mini-submarine — “a pedo guy”. “Pedo” meaning a pedophile. A sexual groomer of children. The right wing’s go-to insult for anyone who dares to question them…about anything.
Pedophilia — and a few other wack-a-doodle claims — being the reason some idiot drove to Washington, D.C. looking for a pizzeria with a basement — didn’t find it — and shot up the pizzeria anyway.
Anyway…
When I heard Musk’s incredibly stupid remark, which was posted on social media (removed not long thereafter but, as we’re well aware, the internet is forever), my crap detector went off the charts.
It told me:
Elon Musk was an insecure fraud.
Elon Musk was little more than a classic schoolyard bully.
Elon Musk was not to be trusted at his word.
Elon Musk was unhinged and — very likely — a menace to society. Especially because of his obscene wealth.
Elon Musk was no more than another unscrupulous capitalist with a hard-on for attention.
If you want complete run-downs of his numerous outlandish, insensitive, arrogant, improper and — occasionally — illegal comments, (particularly when it comes to stock manipulation) just type into your search bar “elon musk worst tweets”.
Here’s a link or two if you’re just too lazy to make the effort.
Fired SpaceX Employees Made a List of Elon Musk’s 25 Worst Tweets
and…
The worst Elon Musk tweets, ranked
This not-so-brave-new-world we live in doesn’t need the world’s richest creeps spending every waking hour trying to “influence” the poorly informed. They have Faux Entertainment and Joe Rogan for that. Rotten-to-the-core narcissists with unlimited time and money are capable of disrupting, destroying and desecrating everything we know and love.
They’re doing it right at this very moment. Lobbing verbal grenades that are being picked up by their millions of gullible followers.
I’ve argued that presidents should not have social media platforms. But the truth is, it was never an issue before the second coming of Hoover took office in 2016. Now, the president of our shadow government — the REAL king— is just as awful. Perhaps worse.
In 2018, Musk already had ‘fuck you’ money the likes of which the world has never known. His enterprises include Tesla (electric vehicles), SpaceX (aerospace), X Corp. (formerly Twitter), The Boring Company (tunneling), Neuralink (brain-machine interfaces), and xAI (artificial intelligence).
In other words, he’s thoroughly enmeshed in our future.
Unfortunately for humanity, as it turns out, he’s also fascist to the core with a legion of fanboys.
Palate cleansers! Enjoy!
I know alert reader Clyde will enjoy a skateboarding Corgi. (Even though, as an avid Corgi fan, he has probably been sent a million of these videos.)
I was amazed at how many of these videos there are. Corgis are exceptionally talented.
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Heard about these guys on Moms Justice Alerts Substack. Sinfonity, an orchestra of guitars. Their music is the ‘cat’s pajamas’. (I’ve been listening to a lot of 20’s, 30’s, 40’s music on Cladrite Radio on Radio Garden app and in between a set of songs the DJ will make up “synonyms” of cat’s pajamas like “You’re the armadillos armoir” or “You’re the wombats wastrel” I kinda like it. Brings a smile to my face each and every time.)
Thank you! Post greatly appreciated ✅
Same as before…do not. Have not. Will not.