Elon is like drinking a hot can of soda on a summer afternoon. He's like finding out that sound the car is making is very expensive to fix. He's like noticing a weird smell that won't go away until you find the putrefying mice dead in the ductwork.

It's like when you're a kid and you're standing in a circle talking and that one kid nobody likes is there and he says something and just dead-airs it. Ice cold reception. Suddenly everyone notices he's there. The mood shatters. All because some oaf had to shoulder into your conversation to blather about South African Boers.

Just who in the fuck looks forward to interacting with this man. His black hole of charisma. Dealing with his attempts at humor. Now here he is being serious instead but in a bumbling oafish way. What a surprise. With all the predictability of a 3 panel newspaper comic strip. Elon, like the dim-witted international step-nephew he is, doing a fumble.