There are Worse People than Elon Musk
I feel bad for Jim Jung Un because he has inherited a position where the millions of captive people surrounding him are beholden to following his every whim, and the father and grandfather were absolute despotic and deranged monsters. Or, is he just as mixed up like them? I do not think he is as cold blooded and blood thirsty. I hope.
I feel bad for him. He is in a tough spot. He was not elected, he did not campaign for this spot and circumstance. He was born into it, like so many monarchs.
Kings. You got guys like Prince Harry. Tried to be normal, I think. Was heroic in Afghanistan, which I give him credit for. In Afghanistan you got well over thirty million people trying to make it, but heroin is the king in some places, and a vicious form of Islam is prominent almost everywhere.
No school or education for girls. Meanwhile, I write a letter to the local principal to the kids who choose not to rise to say or recite the pledge of allegiance to our country, because many or most of them are ignorant, apathetic, or lazy coddled children who do not get it. I hope that they will.
I am not perfect. I can be ignorant, apathetic, and lazy. But I will honor our flag. Because we are great, despite some of our own choweder-headed leaders. Those that cut medicine and aid willy nilly an let the sick die. Not what Jesus would do, this I know.
We all think and act and write for many reasons. I have mine. I do not necessarilly even recognize them all until sometimes I talk, or write, or just think: we can do so much better!
We need to, we should.
We should be concerned about finances and costs and opportunities to get ahead and enjoy the high life. But we should also look out for those on our left and right.
We have different ways to approach this, sure.
My altruism in high minded goals and aspiration are another person's walk with a sick old man, caring for the garden, cooking meals. Things that I have not done much of, nor care to.
I can talk a big game. But my actions can be wanting, lacking, lagging.
I can pray for peace in the world and want to choke out the guy next to me on the grass the night before.
Conflicted are we. Especially me, perhaps.
But we struggle on.
My son survives a scary dog that can destroy and maim by the grace of God. He, my older son, strives for peace. The other too, and will do so closer to the equator. Only 3.5 degrees north.
Girls are by the mountains, or here with her friends.
My friends are further away, distant and alone, perhaps.
My significant other cares, but I am not always that convinced. Probably to do with my own insecurities. Think nothing of it. Oh, I will.
We can all be lonely, that is for sure.
Each line with a disparate charge. Meaning. Depth of reasoning.
There might be a million people worse than Elon Musk, some who purposely hurt and kill and let others die on the vine.
Name them. Give me a few. Some are locked up, wasting away. Most of them made their poor choices.
Elon? Father of a dozen or so? He must live with his decisions.
Is he lonely as a leader at the top? Sure.
Great guy, way to go.
Am I jealous? No. Just aware. Eyes wide open, I hope.
PS: Some people cannot serve much abroad because of their past. Who they have worked for. Perhaps I have been preserved (by God, fate) for such things. Hard to tell.
Learning languages and cultures may amount to something.