The Campus Rape Myth
The reality: bogus statistics, feminist victimology, and university-approved sex toys

The campus rape industry’s central tenet is that one-quarter of all college girls will be raped or be the targets of attempted rape by the end of their college years (completed rapes outnumbering attempted rapes by a ratio of about three to two). The girls’ assailants are not terrifying strangers grabbing them in dark alleys but the guys sitting next to them in class or at the cafeteria.

This claim, first published in Ms. magazine in 1987, took the universities by storm. By the early 1990s, campus rape centers and 24-hour hotlines were opening across the country, aided by tens of millions of dollars of federal funding. Victimhood rituals sprang up: first the Take Back the Night rallies, in which alleged rape victims reveal their stories to gathered crowds of candle-holding supporters; then the Clothesline Project, in which T-shirts made by self-proclaimed rape survivors are strung on campus, while recorded sounds of gongs and drums mark minute-by-minute casualties of the “rape culture.” A special rhetoric emerged: victims’ family and friends were “co-survivors”; “survivors” existed in a larger “community of survivors.”

An army of salesmen took to the road, selling advice to administrators on how to structure sexual-assault procedures, and lecturing freshmen on the “undetected rapists” in their midst. Rape bureaucrats exchanged notes at such gatherings as the Inter Ivy Sexual Assault Conferences and the New England College Sexual Assault Network. Organizations like One in Four and Men Can Stop Rape tried to persuade college boys to redefine their masculinity away from the “rape culture.” The college rape infrastructure shows no signs of a slowdown. In 2006, for example, Yale created a new Sexual Harassment and Assault Resources and Education Center, despite numerous resources for rape victims already on campus.

If the one-in-four statistic is correct—it is sometimes modified to “one-in-five to one-in-four”—campus rape represents a crime wave of unprecedented proportions. No crime, much less one as serious as rape, has a victimization rate remotely approaching 20 or 25 percent, even over many years. The 2006 violent crime rate in Detroit, one of the most violent cities in America, was 2,400 murders, rapes, robberies, and aggravated assaults per 100,000 inhabitants—a rate of 2.4 percent. The one-in-four statistic would mean that every year, millions of young women graduate who have suffered the most terrifying assault, short of murder, that a woman can experience. Such a crime wave would require nothing less than a state of emergency—Take Back the Night rallies and 24-hour hotlines would hardly be adequate to counter this tsunami of sexual violence. Admissions policies letting in tens of thousands of vicious criminals would require a complete revision, perhaps banning boys entirely. The nation’s nearly 10 million female undergrads would need to take the most stringent safety precautions. Certainly, they would have to alter their sexual behavior radically to avoid falling prey to the rape epidemic.

None of this crisis response occurs, of course—because the crisis doesn’t exist.

SO. Same as nearly all the other “liberal”-panic shibboleths we’ve been (force)fed over lo, these many years, then.

Basil Fawlty, Mad Bomber? John Cleese Reported to Counterterror Cops.
It’s always the guy you least expect, amirite? John Cleese, beloved around the world for his comic turns in the Monty Python troupe, as well as for his brilliant portrayal of the addlepated innkeeper Basil Fawlty, has been reported to Prevent, Britain’s counterterror policing program.

Has Cleese answered the call of Allah and strapped on a bomb vest? Has he applied for flight school and explained that he didn’t need to learn how to take off or land? No, it’s nothing like that. The unpardonable sin and possible criminal offense that Cleese has committed is that he has criticized Islam. Yeah, in shattered, staggering, dhimmi Britain, that’s equivalent to bombing a bus.

So what did Cleese say that was bad enough to get him locked up by the British Thought Police? Oh, just telling the plain, obvious truth, that’s all it takes nowadays.

These groups aren’t just trying to stop Cleese from speaking; they’re trying to get him imprisoned. It was 5Pillars that broke the story that Cleese had been reported to Prevent for allegedly “incendiary posts about Muslims and Islam.”

It seems that Cleese complained about a culture “whose holy book advocates the killing of all the people they disagree with.” He also warned that Britain was “under attack from Muslim belief systems, especially the Koranic…”

Cleese also wrote: “I personally prefer a culture that does not approve of FGM, Child Marriage and Killing Infidels,” and called Islam “the religion of paedophiles.” Here again, is the truth any defense? When two Muslim doctors went on trial a few years ago for performing female genital mutilations in the Detroit area, their defense was that the practice was part of their religion. Child marriage is rampant in some areas of the Islamic world because of the example of Muhammad, the prophet of Islam, who consummated his marriage with a nine-year-old girl when he was 54.

The Muslims who reported Cleese appear to be banking on the likelihood that Prevent officials and other British authorities will not be aware that what he said was accurate. With no reference to whether what Cleese said was true or false, “the complainant reportedly described the pattern of social media posts as dehumanising and as collectively attributing violence and criminality to Muslims, and assessed the risk as ‘Moderate to High.’”

The risk? Do they actually expect the British government, or the British people, to think that Basil Fawlty constitutes some risk to national security?

Not really, no. They expect that the squeaky Moslem wheel will continue to get the grease, as it always does nowadays.

As the majority of y’all know, despite the ‘slings and arrows of outrageous and egregious bullshtein that’s gone on recently, (Bogus CPS reports/Attempted Car theft and the like)  we’ve managed some how to keep Ye Olde Nuggets ABOVE the fray, and Charlie Miked rather well.  That being said that the week before last, Gretchen was having some back issues… normal stuff… pain and whatnot as well… with me at work, the Primary “Heavy Lifter” is G for the Dooney…

Who is now almost 34 pounds and 36 inches long at 9 months of age.

That’s a BIG sumbitch for 9 months Aye?

And nope… no pituitary issues…  they tested… just normal growth.

FML.  For funsies I loaded ALL of the Dooney’s respective physical statistics into am AI which came back and told me to expect FINAL sizer for him to be at the minimum 6 foot 7/320 pounds at a minimum as stated before.  I’m not raising a kid, I’m raising a fucking future Warbeast.  By the time he hits 18 months, he’ll be able to work on and be part of a crew served weapon…

So anyways… I now have a really serious respect for parents dealing with developmentally disabled kids… I.E. a real four-year-old who can’t walk/talk/take care of nor assist in their own upbringing… The Dooney is NORMAL but OMG… the amount of physical effort that goes into moving him around and hefting his big ass all over the place?  How some folks have to do it?  My blessings/prayers and respect to them…

Anyways… G had some back issues… It’s expected.
Hefting a big ole hamhocked bag o’cuteness around wears out a 56 year old female, never mind MY 57 year old broke-dick self….

Either way, by Monday, she’d had enough and went to the ER as her back was literally so bad she needed something to help.
Turns out, it wasn’t a back strain, she had a BAD kidney infection.
So they put her on some new antibiotic…  I’ll refrain from mentioning it as there could be issues, BUT
It didn’t react well…  LOTS of allergy type reactions, in particularly her eyes.  Now for those of you who’ve been riding the BCE ‘train’ over the years, you may/may not recall that she had a collapsed retina and surgery to correct said collapse… personally I always thought that the dot-Indian (not feather-Indian) who performed the surgery might have bollixed it up, as even post-surgery, she still lost all sight in the eye, and man, she’s had issues ever since… either way…

By Wednesday, she stopped taking the new Anti-Bios, and her eyes looked like shit.  Puffy… swollen… MAD allergy-looking if you know what I mean…  We discussed it, and we decided we’d see how she felt by Friday……..

Thursday Night:  The new job training had worn me out so badly as for me to be ‘mentally hollow’…. what little brains I had left were mashed taters AT BEST.  I had gotten myself an eight pack of 16oz beers (the first I’ve had in months) and was chilling.  G came out and said her eyes were really hurting, so I aquienced and we laid some lidocaine on the area, and that seemed to alleviate the issue….

At Midnight as I was wrapping up ‘things’ she came out and said “I’m not feeling very well… my arm hurts….” I also saw that her mouth was drooping and her right eye looked like I had hit her with two left hooks it was so swollen…  needless to say, I called 9-11 Right Fucking There and Right Fucking Then.  As an aside, you have to understand, with my background and training and abilities, generally 9-11 is ONLY reserved for IF you’re bleeding out from the eyeballs or asshole…. I hate the concept of wasting resources…  however, in this case?  Oh yeah… my bitch was having a stroke and I knew it.

What’s HILARIOUS was BECAUSE it was MY house and such, not only did ONE ambulance show, but also my boys, Deputy “Jimmy” as well as another deputy, and a Fire Truck…. Calls to Big Country’s house are apparently a potential Mass Casualty event it would appear….  Everyone was GREAT… the medics eval’d G, and immediately got her on the bus ASAP.  The moved her to the local hospital, which performed the “Stroke Protocol” (drugs and scans and etc) and then, after the Brain SCan they went “NOPE!”  This needs to be addressed by Tampa General!”

They then reloaded her on ANOTHER ambulance and raced her over to Tampa General.  Once they evaluated her there, they said that they were going to set up an emergency surgery at USF.  Seems she got seen and worked on by the premiere eye docs at USF Health Tyson-Martin Eye Institute.  It’s the latest and greatest Eye Docs, and HIGHLY rated… like world class rated…

Now INTERESTING PISS ME OFF SIDE NOTE:
-I- had to UBER her over there as the insurance said that she’d used up her ‘ambulance/MEDEVAC allowance’
Not a big deal…
To a point…
The CEO of THAT particular group gets to keep drawing O2…
For now…

Right now I have FAR bigger fish to fry and bodies to stack than some bloated POS CEO, which I may/may not got into, depending on how angry I am after this…  Let me tell you…. I’m on the fucking warpath right now, and I want heads.  Literally/Metaphorically… I do not give a fuck… There are people out there RESPONSIBLE for this whole fucking shitshow, and I want to bathe in their blood…

Jes’ Sayin’…

So…
She got to the USF Clinic… and they were LITERALLY waiting for her.
Reason being?
The clot or growth or whatever the fuck it was/is was ON her right eye’s optic nerve INSIDE her nugget, and causing EXTREME pressure on both her eye, as well as…. wel everything.  The fear was that IF they went in using NORMAL procedures, the clot might break loose and cause a metric MOAR fucktom of damage(s).  Because of this, they sent in the “Eyeball/Clot A-Team”.
Instead of cracking open her casaba (as they would have even two years ago), they went in (from what I can tell… lots of techno-med babble told to me that (surprisingly!) I’m completely ignorant about…)  That being said, they apparently inserted two micro-fibre optics in through her tear ducts.  One was a camera, the other a laser.  They then toasted up the clot/whathaveyou and G said she LITERALLY felt the relief as soon as they zapped it… she said that there was a ‘sound’ she L:ITERALLY heard in and through her head that sounded like a rubber band breaking, and immediately after, the pressure went away….

Damn!!!

High Speed Low Drag INDEED!

In fact SO HS/LD she got released to me Saturday Morning!
Now…. ashe’s doing great… a bit ‘off’ from her radical change of ‘stuff’… she’s got another follow up in two weeks ‘cos they told us this might come back until they figure out the source of the original clot, however, she will NOT have to worry about further stroke issues between the meds and the monitoring that’s going on…  In this case, it falls to me to handle the observation and proactive protection…

Which leads me to this:
The person I lay 80% of the blame on for this is that retarded fuck who reported us to CPS for a bogus call.
Now that that is completely over, I can say this:  It was -someone- who lurked on my BCE dot com blog.
CPS knew it was a bogus call as the fuckwit didn’t and couldn’t even provide the Dooney’s real name.
It’s now beyond personal
Lawfare has been initiated.
In Florida, a false CPS Accusation with malice (as this was) has, under a new law, a Felony Conviction with a $250,000 fine and as stated, a five year MANDATORY State Prison sentence… which depending on enhanced circumstances (like in this case, my wife ALMOST dying from a Stroke) they’re looking at TEN YEARS.  On top of IF they were so fucking stupid as to report it from out-of-state, well… then we get Federal Charges added… and currently, I’m in communication with Jack Uthmeier’s office…  that ABSOLUTE MAD LAD CHAD whos up for re-election?  MAGA Dude all the way????

The want an example from what I heard…
No one YET has been taken down by that law…

If you’re reading this….
KYS now.
‘Cos I’m going ALL THE WAY TO DESTROY YOU AND YOUR FAMILY
No quarter asked for, nor given
FA/FO.
So that’s the update.

I appreciate ALL of your support/prayers/kind words and the like.
Stand strong in the face of Evil, for it cannot endure the Light of Righteousness. (No Idea… that just came to me)
More Later
Big Country

I’m French .
I was born in Paris.
I spent 25 years there.

But now: I don’t even want to know what happens in that hellhole .

Not “troubled.” Not “declining.” Not “going through a difficult period.”

No. A HELLHOLE.

A country where everything is dirty, expensive, hostile, bureaucratic and permanently dysfunctional.

You pay absurd taxes for public services that increasingly behave as if providing a service were an unreasonable personal request.

Paris is noise, aggression, filth, traffic, strikes, scaffolding, sirens, queues, broken infrastructure and the constant sensation that every basic task has been deliberately redesigned to waste your time.

Nothing works without friction.
Nothing happens without paperwork.
Nothing can be fixed without a committee, a consultation, a union dispute, three administrative layers and somebody explaining why expecting normality is politically problematic.

Gee, THAT doesn’t sound at all familiar.

.Like I always say: go ye and read the rest, for It. Is. Good. Bleak, yes. Grim, why sure. Depressing, no doubt about it. Nevertheless: good.

It was Carl Trueman who introduced me to the idea of a deathwork, though the concept is Philip Rieff’s. According to Rieff, a deathwork is an assault on something that is hallowed to an established culture. It isn’t a critique or argument that the culture is untrue, but a means of profaning something that is sacred in order to make it seem ridiculous or repulsive. Trueman summarizes it as “the act of using the sacred symbols of a previous era in order to subvert, and then destroy, their original significance and purpose.”

In The Rise and Triumph of the Modern Self, Trueman uses the example of Andres Serrano’s repulsive 1987 photograph Piss Christ, which displayed a crucifix immersed in the artist’s urine. He says, “Serrano is not simply mocking the sacred order in this work of art; he has turned it into something dirty, disgusting, and vile… The sacramental is made into the excremental.” By putting a crucifix in urine, Serrano makes the holy an object of mockery.

In a later article at First Things, Trueman extends the category to priests who wear the LGBTQ rainbow when carrying out their liturgical duties. To do so is to use a symbol that is sacred, in this case the rainbow, and profane it. “Such actions are deathworks, the willing subversion of the sacred in the service of the profane. The priests and ministers who perform them are simply helping the church become just like our world: a place where the sacred symbols that give church life meaning are degraded and parodied until nothing but chaos remains, and the things intended to remind Christians of God’s faithfulness become objects of ridicule.” He returns to deathworks in his recent The Desecration of Man and says, “Often deathworks will subversively use the idioms or the symbols of something once considered sacred to destroy any notion of the sacred.”

And that brings me to the forthcoming film adaptations of C.S. Lewis’s Narnia books. These films are being adapted and directed by Greta Gerwig, who established her directorial credentials with hits like Lady Bird, Little Women, and Barbie. The first of them, The Magician’s Nephew, is expected to arrive in theaters in early 2027 and land on Netflix shortly thereafter. For several months, we heard rumors that Aslan might be voiced by a woman, and sure enough, in a preview of a feature for Empire magazine, Gerwig confirmed the role has gone to Meryl Streep. We also learned that Gerwig was inspired by David Bowie, “both for the look of Aslan (who has multicolored eyes and a red-striped face in this version) as well as the essence of the movie, according to Gerwig. She described wanting the movie to be ‘big and transporting’ and feel like a ‘rock opera.’” The early images show Aslan with not merely a stripe on his face and different-colored eyes, but rainbow coloring as well.

Not surprisingly, Narnia lovers and purists were dismayed by this gender-bending of Aslan, and with Gerwig’s tampering with a beloved character and story. Samuel James argues that it is essential to the character of Aslan that his voice evokes a father; Pierce Taylor Hibbs explains that Aslan must be male because Aslan’s maleness is essential to the story Lewis wrote; Anne Kennedy says Gerwig “is taking a thing of sublime beauty that opens a door of the soul for Christ to step through to heal and restore what is broken and wrong” and says Gerwig herself is the one desecrating it.

“Not surprisingly” being the operative turn of phrase here, of course. At this late stage of the game, nobody can credibly claim to be the least bit surprised at anything they say and/or do.

So when my husband turned 40 this spring, I splurged on something we’d always talked about: a private Japanese dinner, cooked by a real chef right in our own kitchen.

Chef Hiro arrived with a knife roll that probably cost more than my car payment. But what caught my eye was something else: tucked in next to the knives, he’d brought his own cutting board.

I laughed and told him we owned cutting boards — he really didn’t have to pack one. He smiled politely and kept setting up. Later, while he was prepping, I asked him about it.

Instead of answering, he picked up my cutting board — the white plastic one from Target I’d been using for about 18 months — and held it up under the kitchen light.

“Do you see all these scratches?” he asked, running his thumb across the deep grooves and knife marks. “That’s plastic your knife shaved off the board. So where do you think it all went?”

I just stared at him.

“It went into the food,” he said, setting it back down. “I stopped cutting on plastic years ago. Most chefs I know back home have too.”

I laughed it off in the moment. But that night, after the kids were in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about it — so I started googling. Within ten minutes I found a university study that literally made me sick to my stomach.

The average person swallows up to 50 grams of microplastics from their cutting board every year.

That’s roughly the weight of ten credit cards — tiny, invisible plastic particles getting ground straight into your food every time you slice, dice, or chop. And I had been doing exactly that on the same plastic board for years, mindlessly serving it to my family.

Believe it or leave it, things only get worserer and worserer from there. From what I’ve read over the years, wooden boards have their issues also; in fact, I suspect that one way or another, there are always gonna be perfectly valid objections to any cutting-board material you can think of, up to and likely including stainless steel. But I washed my hands (in a manner of speaking—heh) of the plastic ones years and years ago, and have no plans to go back to ’em.

Via Insty, who in response can only mutter, “WELL.”

The Demented Dominion is In A Lather and It is Marvellous
Trump has kicked over a bucket of murder hornets; life here consists of stumbling from one fainting couch to another

Who knew Canada could get so interesting? I am enjoying the hell out of this every day, as one flailing socialist after another trumpets his superior virtue, while the economy withers and dies and everyone with mettle and energy leaves. Plus it’s creating some awesome awesome humour.

I am trying to understand and explain why 70% of Canadians support Mark Carney. Essentially, 60% of us depend on the government for our living, and the rest, the 30% will expire, their businesses, income and revenue will drop, if the Trump tariffs take effect. Which means that the Liberal Party of Canada has broken the country so thoroughly, that without the massive subsidy from the States of 10% of our GDP a year – to include our $50 billion trade deficit with the U.S., our 25-50% tariffs on U.S. goods coming in, and 2% of our annual GDP spent on defense.

We cannot do it. We will die. We cannot exist without American largesse. We have destroyed our economy so thoroughly we are beggars.

Our GDP will drop (to) 0% and we will be in a deep deep depression.

Which may be the only thing to wake us up.

It’s a fairly long piece, of which you absolutely MUST read the all. And bang! Zoom! Just like that, into Ye Aulde Bookmarkes ’N’ Blogrolle she goes. Her blog is titled “Welcome To Absurdistan,” and believe me, cadets, you WILL be seeing that name around these parts again.

Update! From Elizabeth’s “About” page.

Here are my credentials. I was trained at the London Bureau of Time Magazine, spent seven years there, ending as European Bureau Chief of LIFE Magazine. I published a novel, The Monkey Puzzle Tree with Knopf and Bloomsbury. I’ve written for the Telegraph, the Globe and Mail, Harper’s Magazine, the Sunday Times Magazine, British Vogue, the Independent, the Guardian, the Observer. I have moonlighted writing for the Daily Mail (fun!) and covered the collections in Paris and London for the Toronto Sun and the LA Weekly.

In 2012, I published Eco-Fascists, How Radical Environmentalists are Destroying Our Natural Heritage, with Adam Bellow at Harper Collins New York.

To research the book, I drove 20,000 miles into the American backcountry, deep into the towns and counties no one visits. Over a full decade, I talked to thousands of men and women negatively impacted by the regulatory regime put in place by activists in government. They care deeply about the land and its health and no one listens to them. Regulations are put in place by people who live thousands of miles away and who are utterly heartless in their orientation, because the devastation is extreme. 20 million have been driven from their lands in the developing world, and I counted 14 million in the USA. Those lands more often than not, degrade. No one else has done that reporting in any systematic way, and I am, God help me, an authority on zoning, regulations, rules, legislation, land use, environmental NGOs, and the bitter fight over land, water and resources in the US, and to a lesser extent in Canada.

As I just said above: bookmarks. Blogroll. The lady is qualified and talented, with a unique perspective and a lively, appealing, even humorous (dare I say it) outlook. I look forward to working my slow, careful way through her blog archives, and to seeing more fine work from her in days to come. You go, girlfriend!

No civilians are ‘ordinary’ in Israel
If you’ve heard any of the many interviews of Bibi Netanyahu after a radicalized Muslim pilot attempted to hijack a plane, you couldn’t have missed his comment that an “ordinary plumber”—that would be Yaniv Hayoun—had grabbed the co-pilot who had stabbed the captain of the plane and subdued him.

As soon as the bleeding captain unlocked the cockpit door, others joined the rescue, saving over 170 passengers. What shocked me was how Bibi characterized those who jumped in to help. He kept calling them “ordinary citizens.” Seriously?

Those heroic men were anything but ordinary. What the prime minister didn’t mention was that probably most, if not all, of them had been trained in Israel’s outstanding military: the Israel Defense Forces.

In Israel, military service is mandatory for most men and women. Although only a small number serve in special forces, most serve in the reserves after their mandatory service ends, a duty that can continue until about age 40. These periods of service take them away from their jobs and families. Although active-duty forces are around 170,000, the reserve pool is about 465,000 and was severely taxed during the Gaza War.

The point is that these men and women are far from ordinary citizens. They understand that their service is vital to Israel’s existence. Whether we are discussing Lebanon and Hezbollah, or Hamas in Gaza; whether the focus is destroying nuclear plants in Syria or presenting a force of resilience and courage—Israel is a country to be reckoned with. No other country depends so completely on its military for its very survival.

S’truth. As for all the “not our ally” Shinola bubbling up from the (out-)gassier Reich-wing swampland districts, please permit me to crush that particular nasty, multi-legged crawly thing underfoot myself. Fact is, not only is Israel America’s ONE and ONLY reliable ally in the Mideast region, politically-speaking, they’re also doing us heap big favors militarily via taking much of the fight against Moslem terrorism upon themselves, stacking up squads, platoons, companies, battalions, and regiments’ worth of Hamas, Hezbollah, and/or ISIS pus-nutted-putrefactious deaders on their own initiative instead of just sitting idly back and letting us handle the light work for ‘em.

That being the case, and it damned sure is, then if Israel—a nation-state that punches well above its weight if ever there’s been one—feels the need to hit Uncle Sugar up for a squadron or three of pricey 5th-Generation fighter aircraft, high-tech battle rifles, class 4 body armor, and/or miscellaneous other bleeding-edge matériel…well, hey, that’s jake with me, I’ll take that deal six days a week and twice on Sundays.

AT&T CEO says Elon Musk’s SpaceX phone strategy not “viable”
Elon Musk’s plan to turn SpaceX into a major threat to the legacy telecom companies is “not a viable strategy,” AT&T CEO John Stankey tells Axios.

Why it matters: Musk and SpaceX president Gwynne Shotwell recently touted their plan to turn the company’s Starlink satellite business into a global competitor to traditional phone-and-internet-service companies.

Driving the news: AT&T is betting on its strategy of deploying fiber infrastructure to boost its internet business at a time when AI is driving booming demand.

• The company on Tuesday announced a $3 billion deal with Corning to provide the infrastructure, saying fiber is three times faster than satellite.
• “Nothing beats it,” Stankey told Axios in an interview, adding that “satellite, at its best — if everything happens right over the next 10 years” — is “still not going to beat fiber.”

State of play: Starlink already competes with traditional telecom companies for home and business internet customers — and SpaceX is now talking about a mobile business that would put it in more direct competition with wireless carriers.

• “I anticipate us to be able to acquire quite a few of their customers because I think our service will be better,” Shotwell said in August on SpaceX’s first earnings call after going public.
• The shot across the bow caused shares to drop the next day for AT&T, Verizon and T-Mobile.

Could be Mr Stankey is correct, could be he ain’t. Certainly, his bluff, can-do positivity is the right stance for a CEO in his position to be taking. We’ll see how it all shakes out soon enough, I reckon.

Myself, I’m nothing like tech-savvy enough to offer a useful opinion on the matter way or another. That said, though, I think we’ve all seen enough of Mr Musk by now to know that betting against him is not usually the way you wanna be going. And that, laddie-buck, is about as far out on this particular limb as I’m willing to extend myself.

Via Insty, who kinda-sorta endorses my above reticence as follows: “PEOPLE KEEP SAYING ELON CAN’T DO THINGS, BUT THEIR TRACK RECORD IS POOR.” T’is indeed, buddy-ro. T’is indeed.