F'n Finally

If you're Online, you know; if you're not, well, that's probably for the best. The outcome people were predicting from the start seems to have happened:

“Time to drop the really big bomb,” Musk wrote on X, the social platform he owns. “[Trump] is in the Epstein files. That is the real reason they have not been made public.”

This is not exactly a revelation. The guy who walked in on teens while they were changing, a guy who "joked" about wanting to date his attractive daughter - a guy who's in lots of pictures with Epstein, and Maxwell - you're telling me he's in the Epstein Files? Stop the presses.

There was a now-deleted skeet on Bluesky this afternoon about, "the second-best news you were hoping for is playing out." And, I guess so? I'm a little shocked it took so long. Billionaires and dipshits have no shortage of ego, and this sort of falling-out was always a matter of when, not if.

Tesla stock is down almost 15%. Musk's fortune is so tied to it that he basically cost himself $20bn today. Almost unfathomable. If I were that rich I'd f off and give a huge chunk to charities to make the world a better place. But of course that's all hypothetical. People like me never become billionaires in the first place.

The Nortel lesson I learned when I was a kid: stock can go to 0. God willing. I want to see Musk ruined. I want a lot of other things. Mostly, I just want bad things to happen to bad people. But that's sadly too often the stuff of fairy tales. The real world is kinder to evil. Henry Kissinger passed in his sleep.

The world keeps turning. Here's hoping for tomorrow. I'm going to watch a replay of the Jays beating up the Phillies this afternoon, make a cup of coffee, hack at my software projects. It's too easy to get lost in the things we can't control. Best to just enjoy the things we can.