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geezerwench · 1 year
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Like a house a-fire
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Nice. 2024 is looking brighter every day.
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multi-lefaiye · 2 months
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something about a gameshow where the goal is "get second place" is just so funny. this season is off to an amazing start
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wolfythewitch · 6 months
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TikTok don't take down my videos unnecessarily challenge FAILED
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odinsblog · 8 months
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On July 10, 2023, the Specialized Criminal Court, Saudi Arabia’s counterterrorism tribunal, convicted Muhammad al-Ghamdi, 54, a retired Saudi teacher, of several criminal offenses related solely to his peaceful expression online. The court sentenced him to death, using his tweets, retweets, and YouTube activity as the evidence against him.
Repression in Saudi Arabia has reached a terrifying new stage when a court can hand down the death penalty for nothing more than peaceful tweets,” said Joey Shea, Saudi Arabia researcher at Human Rights Watch. “Saudi authorities have escalated their campaign against all dissent to mind-boggling levels and should reject this travesty of justice.”
👉🏿 https://www.hrw.org/news/2023/08/29/saudi-arabia-man-sentenced-death-tweets
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tatumis-awesome · 1 month
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teslas are...debatable.
But CYBERTRUCKS?
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WHAT IS THIS??
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go-learn-esperanto · 9 months
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Every time Tumblr does something stupid Elon Musk does something 100× worse. It's so nice of him to try keeping our spirits up because when we're disappointed at Staff we just need to look to the side and thank the gods that at least we're not on Twitter
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verycleverboy · 1 year
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Elmo’s morning, in a nutshell
...with a little background from ArsTechnica
(Screenshots via Nitter, because don’t touch his poop with your bare hands.)
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charmac · 9 months
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Never breathed a bigger sigh of relief in my life than I did seeing the steering wheel and getting confirmation that they’re not actually using Tesla in this episode
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geezerwench · 1 year
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If a thousand souls dream the same thing at the same time...
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slutty-yoda · 2 months
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I'm gonna fucking cry
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tomorrowusa · 8 months
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Elon Musk understands Eastern Europe about as much as he understands how to run a social media company.
Elon's clueless actions may have prolonged the war in Ukraine.
Elon Musk ordered his Starlink satellite communications network to be turned off near the Crimean coast last year to hobble a Ukrainian drone attack on Russian warships, according to a new biography. CNN quoted an excerpt from the biography Elon Musk by Walter Isaacson, which described how armed submarine drones were approaching their targets when they “lost connectivity and washed ashore harmlessly”. The biography, due out on Tuesday, alleges Musk ordered Starlink engineers to turn off service in the area of the attack because of his concern that Vladimir Putin would respond with nuclear weapons to a Ukrainian attack on Russian-occupied Crimea. He is reported to have said that Ukraine was “going too far” in threatening to inflict a “strategic defeat” on the Kremlin. Musk’s threats to withdraw Starlink communications at various stages of the conflict have been previously reported, but this is the first time it has been alleged he cut off Ukrainian forces in the middle of a specific operation.
The 2020s are not even half over but Musk is already a top contender for Putz of the Decade.
At the time of the submarine drone attack, according to the extract reported by CNN, Mykhailo Fedorov, one of Ukraine’s deputy prime ministers, pleaded with Musk to restore Starlink communications. “I just want you – the person who is changing the world through technology – to know this,” Fedorov reportedly told Musk. According to Isaacson’s account, Musk refused, saying Ukraine was “now going too far and inviting strategic defeat”. Musk has in the past echoed Russian talking points on Twitter, suggesting that some parts of eastern Ukraine be handed to Russia to reflect “the will of the people”.
Musk is more worried about future business deals with Russia than he is about Putin committing genocide in Ukraine.
The only way to end the war is for Russia to be defeated. The shit-for-brains tankies, Putin marionettes, and foreign policy illiterates push "negotiations" the way Neville Chamberlain pushed negotiations with Hitler over Czechoslovakia in 1938. Hitler kept his part of the Munich agreement for less than six months; and then Hitler invaded Poland less than a year after Munich.
"Peace in our time" should not be dependent on the whims of Putin who has already openly violated international agreements, signed by Russia, regarding Ukraine's security. Bothsiderism is a safe space for idiots.
Playing footsie with imperialistic dictators by caving to them only makes them more voracious.
Dilettante meddlers like Musk, who grew up as a privileged and insulated white boy in apartheid South Africa, should keep their lame asses out of Eastern European affairs. People in the West are usually underinformed about Eastern European history and culture and Elon Musk is worse than most.
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YAYAYAYYA CONGRATS ON 1K !!!!!!
COULD I GET PACKING PEANUTS?? IF SO THANK YOU SO SO MUCHH
I GENUINELY LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH EVERY TIME I READ IT I GIGGLE UNCONTROLLABLY
YOU MAKE MY DAY POOKIE!!
𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ PACKING PEANUTS
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percy and i tweeting this rn: 🧑‍💻👩‍💻
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i-eat-deodorant · 3 months
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Ooo please tell me about Pumping Ass part 2.
I'm invested.
[WIP ASKS]
The stars aligned when he received an email at noon a couple days later, telling him not to come to shift today, that someone had backed their truck directly into the front entrance (gods, what he would pay to have been there to see that clusterfuck) and they were replacing the sliding doors that should’ve been replaced years ago. Normally he’d spend his break arguing online over stock prices with people whose opinions don’t matter, but the moderators of his latest circle had banned him (over threats of violence—what was he about to do, strangle someone over the screen?) and he was still fuming too hard to find a new one. 
So when he slipped out of his pants and saw a white card fluttering onto the ground, he picked it up. The cardstock was wrinkled and soft from how he’d shoved it in his pocket, but Lambert’s name and address were still visible. Driving distance. Walking distance, if he was willing to suffer an hour in public in exchange for saving gas. 
Which is how Narinder found himself slouched in front of a tacky McMansion in broad daylight, judging the topiary. 
Seriously, how were they not embarrassed to put these things in public? He could flash himself and retain more modesty than what these trimmed bushes were doing to their property. And then there was that eyesore set of marble columns, scrunched halfway into the wall next to windows that looked to be drawn on blindfolded. Then there were the four garage doors on the side; if Lambert admitted to him that they were housing a small army for war in their garage, he’d believe it over the cars. 
A towering black bull in a suit answered the door when he rang. He took one look at Narinder, then began to close the door.
“Wait!” Narinder shoved his foot inside. “I have an appointment with Lambert.” 
“We do not accept solicitors nor beggars.” Already he could hear a tinge of irritation in the bull’s voice. 
Rude. He’d actually dressed nice for this: black pants and a blazer that had been in the laundromat instead of on the floor, and an undershirt that wasn’t stained with anything.  “I’m not, Lambert said I was welcome. Here, I have their…” He reached for the card, but realized that handing someone a crumpled piece of paper wasn’t exactly solid evidence. “Just. Just let them know I’m here, they know who I am.” 
“You can contact them through the proper channels then.” 
It was getting difficult to keep the door open with how hard the bull was pushing it closed. Narinder was about to step back before his foot got smashed before another voice joined in from the back. 
“Thoryn! Let him in pal, I told him he could come here whenever he likes.” 
Narinder stumbled a bit as the bull, Thoryn, swung the door inwards. Standing at the foot of a grand staircase was Lambert, clad in fuzzy white pajamas and slippers. They smiled upon seeing him. “Great timing, you caught me on one of my days off. I don’t have anything planned until evening.” 
“Sir—he—” Thoryn looked between them, before understanding quickly dawned on his expression. “Understood. I’ll leave you to it, sir.” With that, the bull walked away with far more speed than necessary, hooves clicking against the tiled floor. 
Narinder watched him disappear off into a corner. “He doesn’t think I’m a hooker, does he.” 
“Hopefully not, but the circumstances fit—” 
“I’m not a hooker.” Narinder spat, hands shoved tight into his pockets.
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"Bastard broke all of his bones falling. You know what they say about the impact on the water, from high up. Nobody can bounce back from that."
"But you're still here," Lambert said. A hand gripped Narinder's wrist, solid and real. "Maybe the myth was wrong. Maybe Icarus drowned, but in the middle of the pain all his ribs fracturing he realized that one of his arms wasn't broken, and he dragged himself to shore."
Narinder sat up, blankets falling off his figure. It was too dark to make out more than shadows, but he traced silhouette of Lambert in greyscale, the rise and fall of their chest. It all felt like a surreal dream, a hell he'd wake up from and be back in his mansion with his wife and kids. "Life should've pummeled that kind of blind optimism out of you decades ago."
"It's helped, though." Lambert was looking at him as well. His eyes adjusted to the darkness just enough to catch their smile. "Wouldn't be where I am without it."
Maybe he didn't want this dream to end.
yeah it's just a potential continuation of Tropical Sunset (aka gas station au). can you tell i browsed McMansion Hell posts before i wrote this haha. need to absorb angry architect power.
i'm actually kind of excited to write it because there's a scene i have planned that just. gets really dark and serious all of a sudden that i have planned and i wanna tackle something that i don't particularly see people portraying. gas station au is my silly little test au and i'm taking it for a roller coaster ride.
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I gotta ask, do survivors really hate playing against modern Skull Merchant? I find her aggressive setup playstyle really fun, and putting drones in unexpected places and then mindgaming survivors into going through them and injuring themselves I find super duper fun. Other setup killers like Trapper, Hag and Singularity rely really heavily on maps, while SM is workable most places (which is great for a dumbass with absolutely no ability to remember map layouts lmao)
Point is, I think that in her current state she's super fun. I played a round when she was first released and yeah, it was kinda lame, but I gave her another go recently and got completely hooked, pun entirely intended. I still see a lot of people hating her though and I try to make matches fun for everyone, so. Is she actually unfun to play against? Or is it just a bad reputation?
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