An excellent “Camp Signal” song about recent security events…
Ala Allan Sherman’s “Hello Mudder, Hello Fadder” from Camp Granada.
An excellent “Camp Signal” song about recent security events…
Ala Allan Sherman’s “Hello Mudder, Hello Fadder” from Camp Granada.
i got asked to send a new bio somewhere, so i quipped up something quick:
three decades spent wondering is it rain falling on a window... pain, am i crying in quiet contemplation of the gates of vulnerability, or rather watching patterns emerge like unix shells crawling on a silicon beach under stormy clouds. i navigate the bicycle of balance between privacy and transparency, confidentiality and integrity, where ethical questions linger like a coal fog over the polluted thames. whispers preferred to shouts, in subtle architecture of security unseen yet ever-present. in a digital twilight i search for fragments of wisdom to reassemble into frameworks that protect what remains sacred in our increasingly integrous-depleted world. -- flyingpenguin __ .' o)=-- /.-.' // |\ || |' _,:(_ /_
Sometimes when I report on the absolute dumpster fire of Tesla product management, which produces dumber and dumber products of feeble engineering, I like to think back to when I was just a young boy growing up on the rough and rugged no-compromise Kansas prairie…
Back then, when we were asked to handle a “Death Ride,” we were dealing with genuine survival situations, not fantastical white-glove racist colonization scenarios. Kansas dirt trails meant rescue teams weren’t coming—sticky clay mud, mixed with locust thorns punctured tires to halt any rushed attempts.
We faced real-world engineering meeting honest environmental challenges, something that seems increasingly absent in Tesla’s fee fraud of fascist fantasy futurism.
This major Tesla investor seems to be right on the money.
To his credit, Gerber — who is the president and CEO of Gerber Kawasaki Wealth & Investment Management — has had no issue putting his money where his mouth is. He reduced his firm’s Tesla stake by 31% in 2024, regulatory filings show, leaving him with 262,000 Tesla shares worth $106 million at the end of last year.
He gives simple (and I would argue exactly spot on) reasons the stock represents all hat (racist political rants), and no cattle (desirable cars).
A correction would be an understatement now since Tesla stock valuation/inflation appears sloppily designed to crash catastrophically – just like its cars. People overpaying are foreshadowing Musk’s hostile takeover of government to cause massive inflation to his personal benefit.
Without further ado, here are the four tests the Cybertruck failed.
Tesla is nearly 5x larger than Toyota despite delivering just 20% of Toyota’s profits last year, according to data from YCharts. Its forward price-to-earnings ratio of 118x is more than triple that of the next most expensive “Magnificent 7” stock, Nvidia, and is above its five-year average of 84x.
Related: Nobody is buying Tesla cars. And nobody should.
Ludicrous: The Unvarnished Story of Tesla Motors, explains how Musk and Tesla have gotten away with so much lying and fraudulence.
Elon Musk drives a stock price to new highs because his plan increasingly has been revealed to be little more than an apartheid money-laundering fraud story. To put it simply, Wall Street still loves buying into audaciously racist fraud schemes, when we really compare America’s past with now.
The expansion of banks such as Citigroup into Cuba, Haiti, and beyond reveal a story of capitalism built on blood, labor, and racial lines.
Words from an Exploited Tropical Paradise Tropic, with your stolen light you warm the displaced clouds and the borrowed sky, carved by the imperial noon arc! You slice into the skin of lizards the suffering of the displaced. You grease the wheels of the force that frightens the palm trees. You pierce a blood red arrow of exploitation through the heart of ravaged forests and poison the rivers! I watch you march down scorched paths, Tropic, with your theft of mangoes, your sugarcane fields of debt and purple milk fruit, your harvest of enslaved Black women I see your calloused hands...
Translation by me of a poem from the deeply corrupt, racist and exploitative period that President Musk and his assistant Trump try to frame as the “golden” age of American history: