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The story about how Ilon Musk and Donald Trump quarreled is simple and banal
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Public policy and business are different matters and different professions. The politician strives for popularity, the entrepreneur for effectiveness. Policy needs money to spend it, an entrepreneur - to earn. The politician risks power, the entrepreneur - property.
Supporting politics, the entrepreneur often thinks that he buys it (and so it happens). But in big politics, it is not the one who pays, but the one to whom they pay. Investments in politicians can lead to illusions that the politician becomes an instrument of the entrepreneur. No, this is an entrepreneur, investing in politics, becomes his instrument.
The divorce of Ilona Mask and Donald Trump - noisy, furious, with door clapping, beating family utensils and stunning with dirty linen - a direct consequence of the initially unexplained role of partners in this marriage, when everyone wanted to get what he did not talk about the second half.
Trump expected that Musk was and would be its launch vehicle in a large political orbit, with unlimited fuel reserves. Musk was sure that he not only ascends his manned political satellite to an unprecedented height, but also leads it in a controlled orbit.
They pretended to understand each other, imagining their partner to others, what he really was. 130 days of mutual patience ended , and the formal expiration of the contract with the mask as a civil servant revealed the Avigiev stables of this pragmatic, but insincere union. The scale of illusions is proportionate to the scale of "insights".
The swift, like fragments of grenades, the exchange of exposure and threats between Musk and Trump - this is a scene of disappointment and accusations of personal treason. From love to hatred, as you know, one step. If there was no truth in love.