We have to stop identifying ownership with these billionaires and "their work" because it's not. It's a team of people who got together to accomplish a mission whether they succeeded or failed. How often is their success just a leader getting out of their way, and how often is failure because leadership was overbearing and "used their authority" to make poor decisions over the group.

"We" society only ever focus on these individuals and it's horribly incorrect to do so.

We need to forget the celebrities and identity the groups.

Man he even looks like he’s starting his metamorphosis into trump.

He's a successful scammer, for sure, but at the end of the day still a scammer who got fired for incompetence and then got lucky.

He also abuses his X all the time

The more time goes on the more he looks like meatcanyon's depiction of him

He is a rimworld character.

It's cuntry music.

Some people are so poor, all they have is money.

He's got the money where he can be lazy and still fix his health. Hire a personal chef and dietician. A personal trainer and a gym. Take a minute and get a stylist.

You're a billionaire for goodness sake. Buy a top hat!

That said, he's probably still richer than everyone else here.

His truck’s a piece of shit too, that’s big important here

I'd call the genre cowboy bebop, but wouldn't want to insult the show

I call it "Honkey-Tech Blues"

He also looks like a middle-aged woman after her menopause.

The rocket was meant to crash, so I don’t think he’s that upset about it.

ahem
gets out a guitar
strums a few notes

My human wife left me,
My space ship left me,
Alone on this planet,
I have no one to man it,

I can't drink beer,
At least the alt-right doesn't fear me,
I'm alone on Earth,
I can't work on my girth,

Why don't people like me,
I'm not a banshee,
I'm an alien,
Definitely not a mammalian (ew),

My family loathes me, I don't know why,
I give them clothes from me,
Maybe because I'm a blowfly,

I wish I could cry,
I want to go back to my home,
Good bye Earth,
Hello Crinda FGAN my home,

Thank you everyone for your support, you can buy my name album "What the Fuck Was I Doing?" to be released on April 20, 2024. Support your local record shops!

He always looks like he just got out of drag and washed his makeup off.

I’m sure that the Saudis are compensating him for his losses on Twitter. This was a planned demolition.

Courtesy of ChatGPT: (Verse 1) Well, gather 'round, folks, let me spin you a tale, 'Bout a man named Elon, set to set sail. Started with Tesla, electric dreams in his hand, But life threw a curveball, didn't go as planned.

Married to a queen, but the castle came down, Divorce papers flying all over the town. Custody battle, like a wild, wild west show, But Elon's still standing, ain't ready to go.

(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it's a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world's gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, "Hey, hooray!"

(Verse 2) Lost a rocket or two, in the great cosmic sea, But Elon's got Starship, just you wait and see. A flamethrower in hand, and a grin on his face, Says, "Life's just a journey, let's enjoy the race."

Ex-wife took a Tesla, but he's got the Cybertruck, Lost some billions, but he don't give a...buck. In the game of life, he's still rolling the dice, Laughing in the wind, like a cowboy in the night.

(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it's a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world's gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, "Hey, hooray!"

(Bridge) Now the world may say, "Elon, what's your deal?" But he's launching rockets, making electric cars real. Mars is calling, and he's reaching for the stars, In the face of setbacks, he's trading scars for memoirs.

(Verse 3) So here's to Elon, in this country song tale, Fighting through storms, like a ship with no sail. Life may be crazy, but he's dancing in the rain, Saying, "I'll build a new rocket, and I'll try it again."

(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it's a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world's gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, "Hey, hooray!"

(Outro) So raise a glass, to the man with the plan, In this country ballad, where the dust meets the sand. Elon's still riding, on that electric highway, Laughing at the odds, shouting, "Hey, hooray!"

He'd be pretty happy about the space ship blowing up though. If it had crashed into the launch pad or something on takeoff, then it would definitely count.

Hmm. Hey ChatGPT, write a sci-fi space-themed stereotypical country song.

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah