Because I have really great ideas that will die in the dark, like me, after toiling my useless life away in a cube of obscurity staring at a glowing screen hopi

Because I have really great ideas that will die in the dark, like me, after toiling my useless life away in a cube of obscurity staring at a glowing screen hoping they don't fire me tomorrow. I'm doing what I was told but my life sucks. Elon breaks all the rules and he gets to fly around in a private jet with supermodels. The outcomes don't match the 'natural law' story in my head so I'm reflecting the anger and frustration of my own personal tragedy at the biggest outlier I can find. I don't understand politics because the game is filled with criminals and sports is too boring. So, I focus my puerile venom on tech leaders. I'm a creep, and my hatred for Elon is based on my own self-loathing for being irresponsible with the talents I have. When I win the Powerball this weekend, I am going to buy one of his damned rockets and fly it to the moon, and build my own casino. With blackjack, and hookers.