You have undoubtedly seen a picture or two of the Daytona 500 which the Trump campaign turned — re-purposed — into a campaign rally.
As my faithful readers are aware, I applied for a job with Queen Elizabeth on 25 January 2020. I showed y’all a copy of the application follow up letter here:
So, I’ve received an answer. I was very excited.
7 February 2020
Mr. Car, Big Red, Esq.
Dear Mr. Car,
The Queen has asked me to reply to your lovely letter of 25 January. She told me to specifically mention how touched she was with your sincere and heartfelt interest in serving in Her household.
I was working with an entrepreneur on a pitch deck. It was a damn good deck, but it had a stock photo that was not the best selection. I mentioned it to him several times, but he didn’t change it.
Please note it is always perfectly fine not to follow my advice. It doesn’t bother me in the least.
We got to talking about the kinds of images one should use — I favor original, fresh, light, pleasant. I like images of people who you would want to meet, or who you think might be like you.
The chap asked me, “How bad could it really be?”
That made me think of this picture of former CIA Director John Brennan.
Do you want to have a beer with this guy? Sit at the same table with him? Does he look like a friendly chap?
I am a huge fan of the core businessman Elon Musk. Not so much on him personally. Very skeptical on Tesla.
Having said that, I rise to applaud Elon Musk (I was going to call him “Elon” like he and I are pals, but we’re not) for being quick on the draw as it relates to using the current uptick in Tesla stock as a means to raise additional capital in a secondary offering.
The hackers got me and I was down for the most part of a day. In one night we had more than 24,000 attempts to log in. Nobody got in, but they tried. The next night it was 12,000. Most of seemed to come from France and China.
Somehow they got into the database, but the damage was easily fixed. It took a day to figure out where it was.
In that interim time, you may not have received the following blog posts — if you are an email subscriber.
Thank you to the number of people who alerted me to the problem.
We are at war, the Second American Civil War. It will not be a shooting war, but it will be decisive; there will be a single winner; it will be intellectually bloody; and the loser will continue the war as an asymmetrical guerrilla war thereafter.
This asymmetrical warfare may continue forever. The winner will hunt down the losers and eliminate them. The winner will bayonet the wounded. The losers will go deep underground.
I have been mulling this subject for more than a year, but I am driven to write about it in the shadow of impeachment, during the Democratic primary, and on the eve of the November election. I build my argument on this three legged stool.
So, Casper — CSPR NYSE — got public at a value that is a meaningful discount to the last venture money valuation. Still, they got public.
The IPO went through some birth canal stress, exiting as a skinnier version of its most recent $1.2B private value. It is currently showing a public market cap of $346MM. That is one Hell of a haircut.
“Could you nip it a little close on the sides, please? But, don’t amputate the ears?”
So, I’m overhearing a conversation between two hip Millennials (ages 23-38 in 2019) at the brand new Counter Cafe — shout out to the best blueberry pancakes in ATX, trip worthy — at the end of 29th Street close to Guadalupe (The Drag).
I’m having a late breakfast with a pal, also addicted to the blueberry pancakes. Like you could resist these babies? No way.
So, M #1 says, “I moved out of my Mom’s home.”
“No way,” says M #2.