Glad I am Not Elon Musk - Let Me Count the Ways
Call me a hater, sure. I do not like this guy, who I have never met, for a few reasons. Part of me is jealous for a few reasons, like intellect, power, and wealth.
But I am truthful when I declare that I am grateful not to be him. Why
1. Not cool to be partially responsible and associated with at least 700,000 people suffering and dying.
Not cool. Has this happened? USAID disruptions and defunding alone have led to many deaths. Mostly in Africa. The facts are largely findable, and the numbers may vary.
Musk is a year younger than me. I hope to outlive him, but we shall see. But I am willing to bet by the end of his days, he will resent and regret the influence that the president had in pushing him to cut off millions of dollars of humanitarian and medical aid to desperate, sick people, in likely dozens of countries.
Shame on him and us. Deplorable. Sick. Sad. Wrong. We do not let people die like that.
Hitler does. Stalin does. Pol Pot does. Idi Amin does. The U.S. president and the wealthiest man in the world?
What in the world. Where are we? Who are we? When are we?
I have children, so does Musk. I am luckier by far.
I feel bad for him in some ways. As much I can be down on some of my own luck and wondering about savings and the economic hopes that I have for me and mine, Musk has a lot of weird or crazy legacies that I would not want for me.
I am not perfectly normal; I have failed in many ways. But I would not trade my fate for his.
Ex-wives and lovers?
No. I am blessed.
Counting my blessings that I am not him.
Strange way to account for things, but true.
Blog it.