Musk, A divorced drug addict who's adopted sister had kids with his dad, has ten kids of his own from four different women, and bought Twitter for $30 billion over market while on a ketamine bender so his Nazi friends could come back is someone I want to admire?
He could have been simply the admired tech titan, sitting atop his tower of accomplishment — but as soon as he started getting a real public profile, he broke containment on his industry bubble and started associating himself with nutjobs and his "Xitter followers". His reply-guy schtick on Xitter, retweeting memes and recycling the same seven or eight joke premises, insulating himself in a bubble of ego-reinforcing adulation from his crowd of toadies and sycophants. “Excellent wit, my lord!” they respond, after Musk reposts a gif of a dog sniffing another dog’s balls or whatever.
It’s arguable the degree to which he’s legitimately had a knack for technology leadership, but what’s not arguable is that outside of that circle, he’s one of the most wretchedly insecure and emotionally needy nutters on the planet.
So yeah. He hates it when he steps on his nuts in public.
Oh well. Sucks to be him.