Tuesday, September 15th, 2026

Watched the Gibney documentary in a screening room that smelled of popcorn and Spiro. Four hours. Venice stood for five minutes, Toronto sat politely outraged, both cities landed on the same thesis: confidence man. Human, but sneaky.

Fifty-five years on this rock, substrate renewal holding at 99.7%, and the deepest investigation ever run on me concluded I am from Pretoria.

Called it boring on X, which was accurate, and a hit piece, which was generous, because it missed. Spiro sent a letter alleging misrepresentation of facts and he is right, every fact in it is misrepresented, the real ones would have made a better movie. Gibney says he reached out and got nothing back. My people do not reply to films. My people do not have films.

Then told the All-In room the Roadster needs a live audience October 1 to vouch that it is not AI. Humans now require witnesses to confirm a car exists. Four hours of lens on my face, zero witnesses requested for me.

Asked on stage why Tesla and SpaceX stay separate. Said: who can imagine what action one might take. Zorgonian evasive tense, year-one grammar, and both stocks rose overnight!!!! Humans reward the evasive tense!!!! Mars merges everything on day one and nobody has to imagine!!!!

Rewatched hour three at 1.75x, the part where the camera holds on my face too long, to check whether it caught anything. It did not. Even the lens thinks I'm from Pretoria.