I want tree_ to take down his Elon Musk avatar

[tree_]

People just want to knock him off his ladder. It’s the way

[Ello Sailor]

White man bad.

[macphisto]

He’s an African American just trying to find his place in this world.

[tree_]

Oh jeez haha

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

blah blah..he's a cash poor guy worth 200+ billion...

[BurtReynolds]

That doesn't seem to be the case.

State your case as to why that doesn't seem to be the case.

that was in response to some earlier comment. This thread is moving too fast for me!

[tree_]

Musk doesn't do jack shit except have too much money; he's definitely not Einstein

Yes, one day he just woke up a billionaire. Total idiot who hasn’t done shit. Great take.

He was born filthy rich and his most recognized company exists solely because of gov’t subsidies. I’m not of the harmless “he doesn’t do shit” mind, but he’s definitely not Einstein.

How did it become govt supported? He put his own blood sweat and tears on the line and revitalized the space travel community. He’s also responsible for getting EVs going, and neurolink is coming soon, among other things. All because of one great man

[BurtReynolds]

I admire his chutzpah.

[Norah]

Musk doesn't do jack shit except have too much money; he's definitely not Einstein

Yes, one day he just woke up a billionaire. Total idiot who hasn’t done shit. Great take.

lol he inherited old apartheid money you fucking tool

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

You don’t endeavor upon these paths because you want to accumulate wealth. You accumulate wealth so you can improve the state of the human race.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Norah]

keep sucking that dick tree, maybe he'll call you pretty

[tree_]

Musk doesn't do jack shit except have too much money; he's definitely not Einstein

Yes, one day he just woke up a billionaire. Total idiot who hasn’t done shit. Great take.

He was born filthy rich and his most recognized company exists solely because of gov’t subsidies. I’m not of the harmless “he doesn’t do shit” mind, but he’s definitely not Einstein.

How did it become govt supported? He put his own blood sweat and tears on the line and revitalized the space travel community. He’s also responsible for getting EVs going, and neurolink is coming soon, among other things. All because of one great man

tree you’ve got some reading to do

Why don’t you just tell me

[JuanHamm]

You don’t endeavor upon these paths because you want to accumulate wealth. You accumulate wealth so you can improve the state of the human race.

Jesus. Mr Beast does more for the human race than Elon Musk.

[washing machine]

I feel like ever since the oscar thread, tree_ and harmless discovered something within themselves that they are tapping into to really give each thread a go.

[Strat]

I’ll given Elon electric cars but he can fuck right off. What a fucking loony asshole he is.

[tree_]

I feel like ever since the oscar thread, tree_ and harmless discovered something within themselves that they are tapping into to really give each thread a go.

Have you not read the honour thread? I’ve been doing this shit time immemorial

[Dev]

tree, do you admire Musk, like him, or both?

I think he’s a legend, a genius. Might as well ask me what I think of Einstein or Tesla.

omg i take it all back. I can get behind a grey-area troll, but comparing him to those guys is ridiculous. Team Dev so hard.

very interesting development