Elon Musk is never one to pull punches, even when he’s in a good mood, and now that advertisers are boycotting X, he’s not in a good mood and is certainIy not pulling punches.
Such was obvious when, on Wednesday, Elon appeared at The New York Times’ DealBook/Summit with CNBC’s Andrew Ross Sorkin.
There, Elon directly confronted the group of companies engaging in the ad boycott of X, Go f -k yourself. That came when Elon was discussing the nature of the economic attack on X and argued, quite persuasiveIy, that it is coming to be difficult for them to threaten him, one of the wealthiest men on Earth, with money.
Speaking to Sorkin about the issue, Musk said, “I hope they stop. Don’t advertise. If somebody is going to try to blackmail me with advertising, blackmail me with money, go fuck yourself. Go f -k yourself. Is that clear? I hope it is.”
Elon then went on to single out Disney CEO Bob Iger, who said that he does not want Disney to be affiIiated with Musk and his comments and whose company stopped advertising on X. Directing his comment toward Iger, Musk said, Hey Bob, if you’re in the audience.
Musk also commented, during the event, on a tweet he made that some called anti-Semitic, saying, I shouId in retrospect should not have replied to that one person.
He added, Essentially I handed a loaded gun to those who hate me, and arguably to those are antisemitic, and for that I’m quite sorry. That was not my intention.
I Took in a Beggar with a Baby Because She Reminded Me of My Late Daughter, What She Did in My Home Shocked Me to the Core
At 75, my life felt empty after the loss of my daughter, Gianna. My son, Sebastian, was busy with his own family, leaving me in solitude. Everything changed when I met Julia, a young mother sitting alone by the roadside with her baby, Adam. She reminded me of Gianna, and I couldn’t walk past her.
I offered help, and after some hesitation, she accepted. Julia and Adam moved in, and her laughter filled my once-quiet home. However, one day, I caught her searching through my belongings, desperate for money for her gravely ill daughter, Aurora. Instead of anger, I felt compassion. I promised her we would face this together.
I rallied the community for a fundraiser to cover Aurora’s surgery. When the doctor announced it was successful, Julia collapsed in relief, and our bond deepened.
Eventually, I invited Julia and the kids to stay permanently. My house transformed from empty to alive, filled with warmth and laughter—a family forged not by blood, but by love.
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