Postcard to Elon

So what if he never sees it?

I’ve got friends who say “Elon’s never going to see it. Why waste your time and your stamp?” Oh, but there’s so much more to it. I like to imagine someone — a harried secretary, a frazzled intern, even one of those faceless young men Elon has running around breaking things — I like to imagine that person picking up the card out of a stack of hundreds of pieces of mail that roll in, looking at the picture (could be anything), flipping it over out of curiosity, reading maybe a few words, chuckling, fuming, going “huh?" whatever. Where it goes after that I don’t care. It’s arrived and had some kind of impact. PLUS I got to write it, feel empowered in a quirky way, and give you all a chuckle, I hope, and maybe some ideas about resistance things to do.