Remember "Mars colony in 20 years" for the last 20 years or so? Well, some bad news about that. Or maybe good news if you're tired of bullshit peddling.
That's right. Seems 's current culture war fixations have made him sufficiently less interested in his older bullshit promises.
He will grift on, but seems he's losing interested in the space grift. He's posting cringe Gambo "AI" videos showing Gambo's favorite objectified SV victim and mistreated actress being a DJ at a Gambo-setting dance party instead (not linking that shit, look for it if you dare).
The light of consciousness may not extend to the stars within his lifetime by his own admission, which means if it ever does it won't include his dim smoldering light nor will it be his bigoted and emotionally poisonous consciousness.
I would say his pivot to culture wars is in part because he wants to distract people from his promises. I don't think there is much more he can offer in the name of perverted progress. He already has his hands in spacex, hyperloop (RIP), neuralink, his garbage LLM called grok. Even the most highlighted promise of his, electric vehicles, has been a failure in both quality and proliferation. So he has turned into a kkklansman pope hide the fact that he is a huckster.
He has maintained his interest in THE CYBERPUNKERINOS by way of torturing and killing animals in unregulated Mengele-like "experiments." Maybe he sees some escape fantasy potential in that, because being one of the richest assholes in the world apparently still needs to be escaped from.
He's a leaky bucket. He'll never be satisfied. He'll destroy everything and everyone he can all for more, more, more.
sometimes at night, i look at the stars in the sky; thinking about all the unexplored habitable planets out there and the to be horrific deaths in the space mining industry because the space capitalists didn't have to pay attention to OHSA in international space
Part of what made me hate ELO~N's particular brand of grifting was that it touched something near and dear to me: my lifelong yearning to explore the stars, to see what's out there, with curiosity and wonder in my young heart.
That's right. I wanted the space treats. I was the target audience for the space treats. But this wasn't Star Trek that that disgusting carnival barker was offering: it was a spoiled brat fanboy's misreading of Star Trek (among many other things) taken as gospel, privatized and made for-profit in a vomitous melange with all the other consumer treats he mixed it with while devouring it thoughtlessly with only a surface level liking of the visuals and the pew pew noises.
Yes, it's personal for me. Peddling dreams to people under grotesque false pretenses hurts me in my soul.
It's very telling how many "universe empty, only humans out there" space power fantasies use the creative bankrupcy of not even trying to imagine what intelligent life may look like elsewhere all for what amounts to capitalist realism space manifest destiny shit, pretty much without exception.
I did slip, I admit, because I was so drained and disgusted by watching the "AI" video, specifically because one of the richest, most connected, and most protected men in the world at the top of capitalism's burning heap of wasted resources and human suffering is giggling like a spoiled child because the treat printer can make Emilia Clarke amuse him against her will... not unlike the trust fund failsons that did the same to her on set, giggling at her actual distress on set during those le epic SV scenes that were only slightly aged up from the book's context to begin with, driven by misleading contract stipulations that she argued against after she was coerced into compliance... only to have her character effectively character assassinated (then actually assassinated) by those same trust fund failsons in a petty punitive way later in the show's run for resisting their demands for more amusement against her will at her expense.
TL;DR: I am too drained and tired at this moment to repeat that particular emoji sequence while seeing the ongoing cultural ripples of that fucking show stoked by treat hogs like ELO~N.
That kinda sucks. My lifelong dream has always been to step onto another planet. I didn't expect it to happen by 2040. It would've been nice, but the dream seems dead now.
If it means bringing the blight of capitalism to space, especially because it would also involve the colonial treatment to any life found out there (to the heaving delight of the kind of chuds that fantasize about murdering the Na'vi of Pandora for their treats), no, I do not want "the light of consciousness" to spread to the stars.
Yes, i just want to point that at this stage not even geniunely good and impressive initiatives like Webb telescope are justifying any of it. No, porky and their pet uncle Sam get face in mud in gulag, should not look up and think how to monetise the space.