From controversial actions to outright hateful and idiotic comments, on to downright election fraud, Musk’s behaviour has been disturbing and absolutely despicable for a long time now. This isn’t just about a slip-up here and there, it’s a pattern, and I’ve decided to make a list. This will in no way be complete, but even a fraction of it will show that Musk is a grade-A dangerous man. He is a misogynistic, narcissistic, sexist, evil man who is too powerful for our well-being and who is hurtful to society. When you or I get irritated, we might hurt someone’s feelings. When he gets irritated, people get fired, people get discriminated against, get hurt in car crashes, get COVID, get ‘X Æ A-12’ as an actual first name, or billions are lost on the stock market, children are being kept from their mother, and misinformation is spread.
Don’t you miss the days when you manually picked a cd or a vinyl album to play, or a mixtape you carefully put together, rather than having The Algorithm play a ‘mood’ for you? The physical act of putting a cartridge into a playback device, it had something magical. The simple push of a button. No fumbling for a password, no interruption from a Windows update, no keyboard, no loading times. But, unfortunately, all your music is in the cloud nowadays. That wretched cloud, taking the fun out of music, with its stupid infinite storage. Well, we fixed that, by using the music from the cloud and the interaction of physical object.
Every time I ascended to the deck from my watches below, I instantly gazed aft to mark if any strange face were visible; for my first vague disquietude touching the unknown captain, now in the seclusion of the sea, became almost a perturbation. This was strangely heightened at times by the ragged Elijah’s diabolical incoherences uninvitedly recurring to me, with a subtle energy I could not have before conceived of. But poorly could I withstand them, much as in other moods I was almost ready to smile at the solemn whimsicalities of that outlandish prophet of the wharves.
Some days elapsed, and ice and icebergs all astern, the Pequod now went rolling through the bright Quito spring, which, at sea, almost perpetually reigns on the threshold of the eternal August of the Tropic.
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