Why Mars?

I’m not a billionaire, let alone one with the net worth of Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk, so maybe I’m the wrong guy to ask, but I would say that the answer to the question that this young man raises at left lies in the fact that most of the world’s wealthiest people care very little about anyone but themselves, and perhaps their immediate families.

It’s possible that this is simply an element of human nature that applies to folks with a ferocious appetite for extreme levels of wealth.  How do you think they wound up with $200 billion in the first place?  Teaching high school English? Charitable giving?

There is a certain irony here, of course. These horrible people either need to a) live on this decaying planet, or b) export their horrible nature to  a neighboring rock orbiting the sun. In either case, their disease can’t be cured by moving to Mars, any more that Pennsylvanians with metastatic cancer can be cured by moving to New Jersey.

Coincidentally, I met a TV actress yesterday who owns a Tesla.  I asked if she was aware that some Tesla drivers have bumper stickers that read: I bought this car before I learned what a terrible person Elon Musk is.  She laughed, and exclaimed, “That’s exactly what my bumper sticker reads!”