I've been feuding for a few years now with my dear son Jake over this guy.
Jake loves the dude. He sent a rocket into outer space with a red sports car and an eternal loop of David Bowie's Commander Tom tune. Plus, he smokes pot on TV, and generally gives the finger to what we used to call "the man." What's not to like?
And I get all that. At the same time, this guy is also now one of the super richest of the super rich. He has unlimited licence to do all kinds of shit that would get you or me a ride in a police car, at the very least.
His rocket science adventures tie him to the inner workings of the US military-industrial complex, and the blank cheque he gets there infuses his other adventures with an aura of legitimacy. What is the future for Tesla, that manufacturer of exploding EVs that is currently valued by very smart people who should know better as being worth more than Toyota/Ford/VW/Honda/GM and everyone else combined?
I'd like to believe in the dude too, but I just can't get there.
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