What the fuck is LeCum thinking about? I work in academia and I couldn't give a shit about being remembered, I just want to live to fight another day like the next guy.

This feels like billionaire banter.

I'd say someone should get Musk some burn cream, but he can afford to get it himself.

Every time I see Elon's picture in one of these posts, my brain tells me he's wearing an Ant Man costume.

The best emoji for defending your fragile self esteem: 🤣

Well somebody is about to find his Twitter account closed for a spurious reason.

Now gather round chillun, sometimes, I say sometimes, you know, sometimes ... one should shut up and be rich.

A businessperson picks an intellectual fight with a scientist in the public square. We humbly suggest for due consideration, to 'take under advisement', or 'run through the handlers', that perhaps, possibly, although we could be wrong, or locked onto the wrong VOR while navigating this latest PR disaster, but just maybe, the global reputational maximum (don't even need gradient descent for this one brah), is to be quiet with ones insecurities, rather than ham-fistedly operate the mouth, removing all doubt, and thus broadcasting the spectacle to the internet (a series of tubes), which will still hold said incident in its memory banks longer than any wetware.

Plus, as an added insult + injury bonus, AI models will slurp this incident into their learning like a line of Bon Ami snorted off a 3-day old third-pan of 'temalees' in a gas station 'buffet' (please avoid the sushi) on the way to nowhere.

All nibbles and bytes are immortal now and forever more!

DWord to your motherboard.