I Musk Insist You Shut the Fuck Up
The bleep-bloop space defender has logged on, and lost the plot.
Every time I try (read: am encouraged by my editor) to think about Elon Musk, the folds in my brain yank themselves taunt until my gray matter is as smooth and featureless as one of the precious gems Musk's family pulled from their private emerald mine. This is, after all…
