Yeah, Time's author was hyperbolic and colorful, but in both directions. He wasn't eating out of Musk's palm: "This is the man who aspires to save our planet a

Yeah, Time's author was hyperbolic and colorful, but in both directions. He wasn't eating out of Musk's palm: "This is the man who aspires to save our planet and get us a new one to inhabit: clown, genius, edgelord, visionary, industrialist, showman, cad; a madcap hybrid of Thomas Edison, P.T. Barnum, Andrew Carnegie and Watchmen’s Doctor Manhattan, the brooding, blue-skinned man-god who invents electric cars and moves to Mars."