Considering the ineptitude of his campaign staff they might send out the wrong press release and then lean into it.
It’s not like Musk does anything new
This is to Gen X what Usher's "Yeah!" is to Millennials.
iPads are probably a lot easier to sanitize
Totally agree. This hypothetical company could capitalize on that. The branding "Trucks for people who need trucks" writes itself.
ETA: Get Nick Offerman to be the spokesman.
Thaddeus Q. They terminated his weather control experiments in the late nineties. Everyone knows that. It's why the weather was normal until after 9/11 destroyed the transmitter.
I thought about that only to realize that the people Uruguay are probably equally as bad and I'm stuck here on this rock with billions of them until someone gives me a ride.
I bet it smells amazing in there. Like dreams ready to be born.
So the Democrats control the weather, but humans burning fossil fuels does nothing to the climate
Yes, most humans have trouble putting what they want into logical step-by-step instructions.
I don’t think any American politician would take on this topic.
And if they did it would be clear they didn't have a clue what they were talking about.
The Eternal September is real
The folks at Some More News made a really great point: The truck segment is ripe for disruption. People who need trucks hate the monstrosities that truck companies are putting out. The Cybertruck, however, isn't disrupting the market. It just looks weird. It's just as heavy and big as other trucks.
Imagine if a company put out a small truck. Not too powerful, not too big, good sight lines and a nice, big bed. That would be disruptive.
Then again, I'm a Harbinger of Failure and listening to me is probably a bad idea. I assume people aren't fucking idiots so maybe just build bigger and bigger trucks that are less and less useful
Usenet is still useful for... other things 🏴☠️
I still post on Wil Wheaton's old phpBB forum from time to time. Nobody else does, though. :(
I had a small store with one of these in the window and for what it does it's very good
The Supreme Court overturning the Chevron doctrine could stop that pretty quick
The algorithm brought me this and now I'm passing it on to you
> Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention > > I'm about to sing your song, son
> Well, I'm not a man appointed judge > > To bear ill will and hold a grudge > > But I think it's time I said me a few choice words > > All about that demon automobile > > A metal box with the Polyglas wheel > > The end result of the dream of Henry Ford
> Well, I've got a car that's mine alone > > That me and the finance company own > > A ready-made pile of manufactured grief > > And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain > > I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane > > I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
> Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam > > That makes me the bitter fool I am > > But this four-wheel buggy is a-dollarin' me to death > > For gas and oils and fluids and grease > > And wires and tires and antifreeze > > And them accessories, well, honey, that's something else
> Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color TV > > Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats > > And just pay once a month, like you do your rent > > Well, I figured it up and over a period of time > > This four-thousand dollar car of mine > > Costs fourteen thousand dollars > > And ninety-nine cents
> Well, now, Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford what have you done?
> Now the average American father and mother > > Own one whole car and half another > > And I bet that half a car is a trick to drive, don't you? > > But the thing that amazes me, I guess > > Is the way we measure a man's success > > By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
> Well, now, red light, green light, traffic cop > > Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop > > Get out the credit card, honey, we're out of gas > > Well, now, all the cars placed end to end > > Would reach to the moon and back again > > And there'd probably be some poor fool who'd pull out to pass
> Well, now, how I yearn for the good old days > > Without that carbon dioxide haze > > A-hanging over the roar of the interstate > > Well, if the Lord that made the moon and the stars > > Would have meant for me and you to have cars > > He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space
> Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?
> Come away with me, Lucille > > In my smoking, choking automobile
