It is mystifying that barely two weeks ago Elon Musk completed his acquisition of Twitter and now he is already signaling prospects of the social media platform going bankrupt. It was only six months ago that he could not keep his exultation in check while getting ready to acquire it with abrasive enthusiasm.
If within a matter of weeks we have been treated to a very Muskian kind of manic depressive conduct, it begs the question whether this man knows what he is doing. Incidentally, I am not using the term manic depressive in a medical, diagnostic sense. I am not even remotely qualified to do that. Nevertheless, how can a social media platform that one moment is on the verge of becoming an even more powerful global town square in his estimation hurtle towards the verge of bankruptcy in a span of days? Would he or should he not have known in April when he mounted the hostile bid that there is no immediate or even near-term money to be made on Twitter?
One would think that the world's richest man, who half in jest and half seriously likes to tease us about his extraterrestrial origin and hence possessing of greater intelligence, would know such elementary stuff about acquiring companies. Soon after acquiring he goes on a firing spree without any regard for the distinct likelihood that he would need many of those he was sacking to run the platform and make it profitable. He reportedly fired nearly half of Twitter's 7500 employees and now, it seems, he wants some of them back. It is like shooting one's own dick and then suddenly feeling horny. (I am presuming the presence of the penis is not a prerequisite to libido.)
Imagine a situation where Musk had hired someone else to helm Twitter after the acquisition and that person had messed up as badly as Musk has. Musk would have fired him in far less than 140 characters.
It is entirely possible that being a supremely intelligent alien he sees far beyond and much deeper than any of us can and eventually his brilliant masterplan may become evident. However, for now one gets the sense that he is winging it. He does not which branch to land on or which tree.
It certainly makes me wonder whether he is all that he is cracked up to be -- a super sharp nerd who is on the verge of taking over the world and lord it over the swinish multitude like you and I.