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

He is a rimworld character.

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

Poor Elon trying to tech-bro his way into social dominance by buying a social media platform.

And to think that only ~6 years ago people saw him as a progressive visionary.

There is the lesson people. Better to keep your mouth shut and be thought of as an idiot than to open it and remove all doubt.

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.

I call it "Honkey-Tech Blues"

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

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.

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

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!

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

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

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.

Here's a better one:

Title: Cosmic Blues on a Starry Trail

(Verse 1)
Out on the edge of the Milky Way's glow,
Lived a billionaire with a heart turned to stone.
Forty billion stars in his name,
But in the cosmic dust, they just faded away.

(Chorus)
He lost his love, his kids, his dreams,
In the black hole where his heart used to be.
A spaceship crashed, a fortune gone,
Now he's singing this lonesome interstellar song.

(Verse 2)
He built his dreams on Martian sands,
A titan's castle in the stars' expanse.
But what's a kingdom with no queen or heir?
Just a lonely throne in the cold, silent air.

(Chorus)
He lost his love, his kids, his dreams,
In the black hole where his heart used to be.
A spaceship crashed, a fortune gone,
Now he's singing this lonesome interstellar song.

(Bridge)
Under the glow of a distant sun,
He wonders what he's really won.
Forty billion stars don't shine,
Like the love he lost in another time.

(Verse 3)
In the taverns of a spaceport town,
He drinks to memories that swirl around.
A family photo, a fading trace,
Of the life that vanished in space.

(Chorus)
He lost his love, his kids, his dreams,
In the black hole where his heart used to be.
A spaceship crashed, a fortune gone,
Now he's singing this lonesome interstellar song.

(Outro)
So here's to the man with everything,
Whose tears are hidden beneath his wings.
In the silence of space, he's left to roam,
A billionaire wandering far from home.

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah