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Open Letter to You Who Worship The Billionaires
They hate you, you know. Or maybe you don’t. Elon Musk is a different kind of animal.
Elon knows that you wouldn’t survive a trip to Mars, let alone live or survive there. He’s just having fun. He is different from anybody else you or I worship. Not to say religiously, but in terms of his intelligence and quirkiness.
Leaving Musk aside, the questions arise about people like Bill Gates, or worse, the Zucker-fucker. They want you and dark-skinned people to die. That’s my opinion, and I’m never wrong.
Not mostly wrong. Maybe rarely. On occasion… sometimes…
What dangers has Elon Musk faced in his own journeys into space? Umm…
Has he ever gone above the trajectory of a Lear Jet? No, not that I’ve heard of. Now I raced motorcycles, so I know about cheating death, and I know when it’s time to back off.
I never dreamed of being an astronaut. Sitting on top of a bomb…
Elon Musk never has taken that stupid, suicidal step.
Choose your heroes. Musk is a hero. He doesn’t wish you dead. He’s playing cosmic jokes, but they aren’t malicious.
He should be elected to God. I swear to god…
… Fred Ermlich
