In all honesty I must say I feel sorry for Uncle Stu. All this time, this was nothing more than a project, a make-me-feel-good mentorship shit kinda thing. Pluck the street urchin from the gutters, the runt of the disbanded 'Homero Garza' litter, to make me feel good. Street urchin gutter kid Homero Garza from the slums from who knows where. Awe Elise, lets help him out, let's 'feel good' with our wealth.
Humor Homero, he's eager he's keen, he's full of bullshit but he's harmless as far as I can see.
BOOM! and the years go by, a wack ton of fucking bullshit lands in Uncle Stu's lap, 20 million dollars you owe us through your friend.
Uncle Stu didn't really need this didn't really want this weird ass Homero the street urchin gutter boy's crypto currency shit new world idea scheme.
But he played along. The rich and the poor, since Aunty Cantor gave me all this inheritance, let me try to give back. And here we have it, a good simple deed gone wrong. Gutter snipe Homero barter trading teeth with his own mother, lies in bed with his hideous son grinning like a Cheshire cat, I am not done.
From a whimsical side project to help the disadvantaged, Homero the runt of the litter drops a multi million dollar sack of shit in Uncle Stu's lap.
How many 'i told you so" don'tellElise's is going on in that house hold today.
For shits and giggles, can Shinners and his team. Please, PLEASE subpoena Elon and ask him if he ever gifted Homero with a Tesla in real life or his dreams.
The sad reality is I don't think Homero believes he has ever done anything wrong. There his kids oblivous to what is going on, come some day soon, they google Homero Garza and SEC and this thread and litigation through the moon, and what does he say. Oh Jett young son, its the trolls that is all go a head back to your kindergarten class, and if they ask your for a refund on the candy you sold that day after shelf date life carton of milk, well say to them...we had a deal and we stick to our deals.
NAPALM ANYONE?
