Let’s get one thing out of the way: I don’t hate Apartheid Clyde out of any form of jealousy. It’s not because he’s wealthy, or famous, or “successful.” It’s because he’s the perfect embodiment of everything wrong with our world, gift-wrapped in a smug face and a broken social filter.
Apartheid Clyde is capitalism’s final boss. Not because he’s a genius–he’s not–but because he’s really good at taking credit for other people’s work while cosplaying as a messiah. He didn’t invent Tesla. He didn’t found SpaceX from scratch. What he did do was use inherited wealth to buy his way into tech projects already in motion, then spin a mythology around himself with the help of media and a small army of reply guys convinced he’s the second coming of Nikola Tesla, Tony Stark, and Jesus rolled into one.
Spoiler: he’s none of those things.
He’s a union-buster. A climate grifter. A serial breeder who thinks repopulating the Earth with his own genes is a noble cause. He preaches about saving humanity while exploiting workers and cozying up to dictators. He pretends to be a free speech absolutist while banning journalists on Twitter for criticizing him. He bought one of the most important online platforms just to turn it into his personal plaything–a megaphone for crypto scams, far-right rhetoric, and fragile billionaire egos.
He’s not a visionary. He’s a distraction.
Musk sells the illusion that billionaires will save us if we just let them run wild with our data, our money, and our futures. That if we tolerate their tantrums and bow to their brilliance, they’ll build us a utopia on Mars. Meanwhile, here on Earth, wages are stagnant, cities are burning, and the richest man alive is picking fights with disabled employees online.
I don’t hate him because he’s unusual. I hate him because he’s typical–a grotesque symptom of a system that rewards narcissism, hoarding, and unchecked power. A system that mistakes wealth for wisdom. A system that tells us the people breaking the planet are somehow going to be the ones to fix it.
He won’t save us. He can’t. He doesn’t even care to.
Sisyphus Shrugged 
I think he’s a perverse. And he has the dumbest hats that I’ve ever seen outside of the KKK.
The sooner he goes to Mars the better.
Of course, he’ll be able to slack off there. There’s already a bad atmosphere on Mars, so he won’t need to get up to his usual shenanigans.
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He apparently never researched other planets in school to know that none of them are inhabitable, but I’m with you … if the motherfucker wants to go set up shop there, I’m not stopping him. He can take Bezos and Zuckerberg with him.
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These people controllers don’t seemed to have researched much about anything. I doubt Trump has ever read anything other than an autocue. Or a $1000 dollar bill. And the super tech bros really could do so much for their nation, and the world, by investing in useful science instead of pointless vanity projects. Though, in fairness to Bezos, that name does sound like a planet of evil aliens in a Star Trek episode. So maybe he belongs in space after all. Just as long as he, and the others don’t come back. Lets see how their wealth works for them when they can’t get a Big Mac on the Tharsis Plateau of the Red Planet. Cunts.
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I’m fully on board with sending them all to space. We can call it Silcon Exodus. One-way tickets only, of course. Let Musk terraform Mars with nothing but a flamethrower, Bezos can start the first Prime delivery service for oxygen, and Trump can give speeches to a crowd of Martian dust. Finally, a use for their billions: intergalactic exile.
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Silicon Exodus. Or Silly Express. How did these monsters devolve into purely exploitative, almost alien beings?
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Capitalism run amok.
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