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It was the best of times, and it was the worst of times. The lightshow outside interrupted the boredom of the build up to Tesla's Overhyped Cyber Rodeo.   This was the night for Muskrat and company to bloviate about how large its factories are and how its meaningless sales percentage of the overall vehicle market is something to sink your teeth into.

Then the Muskrat entered the building    The event might as well have ended there to save Tesla's corporate face, but the company's founder has not figured out he is no Steve Jobs and he has no public speaking skills.   The Muskrat arrived via his abandoned Tesla Roadster - the Lotus branded vehicle that he converted to his first electric production car and built precious few of the vehicles and had a hard time selling even those.   But this vehicle in its black but poorly color corrected and amateurishly polished paint finish was a sign that the African cowboy was riding downhill.   It is queer that Muskrat would appear in this very model of Tesla as he has butt-fucked the owners of these vehicles by denying them any service in his Tesla hive repair centers.   Yes, Tesla has shafted every owner of a Tesla Roadster - he won't service them at all.   The problem is so bad that a private firm has been formed to provide repair services for the lightweight product he first launched.    And like Fruit computer company afficiandos (whom I call Fruit Flies), Tesla sycophants are falling all over themselves to buy a Tesla Roadster and are driving the prices for the lightweight product into six figures for one that is in decent condition and that isn't doorstop dead.   Once Muskrat pulled up in his not so impressively curated black Roadster, he exited wearing his typical lower rent looking visage (I call it dumpy) but he added a black cowboy hat (how Village People) and was wearing sunglasses inside at night.    One can only speculate that he was buzzing on the effects of several doobies as his speech would later show a slur that had me begging he'd fall flat on his face and end the misery of what was to come.

Alas, he is a chronic doobie addict and he cannot handle his weed.    But he can't speak coherently on a good day and this show was embarrassing.   He rivaled the American President, Joe Bite Me, for lack of coherence and an inability to string a coherent sentence together without pausing and stammering.   At least Muskrat didn't have cheat cards to bring his mental focus back, but he rarely gained any connection to reality in the portion of the speech that I could endure. As one can tell, I'm not fond of Muskrat though I do marvel at his batteries for home use and his SpaceX program and loathe everything about his overpriced non-luxurious golf carts that have assembly quality that is even worse than 1970's American Motors level of incompetence in assembly. In the world of UV, I give almost everyone and everything 15 minutes to make a case for my continued attention.   Muskrat didn't even make it to that point.   After he was bragging about the size of his plants and went on to show his lack of penetration in the overall vehicle market sales, I had enough Muskrat. Whatever happened after that would be meaningless.    Supposedly there was news about the fifth grader designed Cyber fake truck, but I don't give a Muskrat's ass.