“Money won’t matter in 2036,” claims @elonmusk on the latest episode of The Insider. He tells @zannymb, The Economist’s editor-in-chief, how people will live when AI and robots can do every job and why he expects deflation, not inflation: bit.ly/4b9UPYK
@josh_uglyasf If I followed the man code I wouldn’t be married with 3 beautiful kids and thriving businesses with her. Very different circumstances though.
You’re not ready for this one… sleeping with your exes’ homeboy as a revenge is crazy work. You’re being played bro you’re being tossed around. If they’d what you want then🤷🏽♂️🤷🏽♂️
@southwalesmag@ellencarmichael It's more like Americans want wrongs to be righted when they affect us personally. This was a collective wrong so we demanded collective "justice'. If the wrong do not directly affect us in one way or the other, you are on your own.
American’s can’t let a wrong be left uncorrected, and yet in recent memory you’ve moved on from your own civilians being dead in the streets by ICE, and have accepted the Epstein files being blocked to protect rich child molesters (including a certain person who apparently called up ol’ Infantino on this red card matter).
Yep, as a society you guys really are on top of making sure everything is always just and right 😆
The most interesting part of the red card saga isn't the ruling. It's how differently Americans and Europeans process the idea that they might have been wronged.
Europeans are fundamentally different from Americans in one particular way: they expect life to be aggravating and at times unfair. It's just a fact of moving through the world. I joke that in Europe, the customer is always wrong. You didn't read the fine print. The only pharmacy in town is closed every other Tuesday for three hours, and even if the times weren't posted, that's still your problem. Too bad if you want the bill, because the waiter's on his union-mandated half-hour smoke break, and you're just going to have to wait.
To quote the great Mark Knopfler: sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug. There's something freeing in that. Things are less in your control, so there's less angst in managing your expectations.
In America, things couldn't be more different. We simply can't accept a wrong left unrighted.
The flight attendant sneezed handing you a drink on your one-hour flight? 15,000 frequent flyer miles. Didn't like your appetizer? A replacement is on the way, and the whole course comes off the bill. There's a reason our interstates are lined with trial lawyer billboards.
Europeans have turned complaining into a continental pastime with no expectation that the universe owes them a remedy for their grief. You gripe about the train being late, your friends nod solemnly and everyone goes back to their apéro. In America, we launch a full-blown investigation of the train system, sue the government (and its contractors) that allowed for the tardiness and hold a Congressional hearing on the state of national infrastructure.
So to an objective observer, the red card shouldn't have happened, and VAR was a travesty. To Americans, our star player shouldn't be unfairly banned from a match we couldn't afford to lose for a card he so obviously didn't deserve.
Who cares that FIFA used a little-used reversal to fix it. Who cares that other people are mad about it. We. Were. Wronged. It was unjust. It must be corrected. We would accept nothing less.
Europeans waxing poetic about the sanctity of the game are, of course, talking about a governing body whose last tournament host was decided via confirmed cash bribes — one that imposed dress codes on women, shrugged off widespread allegations of modern slavery and reconfigured the entire tournament calendar to suit the host country. Which is exactly the point. If you've made peace with all of that, at least enough to watch the tournament four years later, a probationary suspension isn't actually a scandal.
Maybe that's the real divide. Over millennia, Europeans have made peace with being the bug. Americans have never once considered it, and apparently, we're not about to start now.
Disgusting greed of the US and FIFA crushed my son’s dreams
He was saving for two years to see Germany play in a World Cup
Yesterday we flew to Houston to purchase tickets for the first match
“That will be $2,400 plus tip” we heard in a ticket booth
“Tip?” I was sure this is a joke
“Yes, mandatory 25% tip is not included”
I froze from shock
“Total of $3,000. Cash or card?”
My son looked at me with crying eyes
“We cannot afford it, Heinrich” I said
“But papa, we came such a long way” he was sobbing
I hugged him, feeling my heart is breaking
“This would never happened in the EU” he whispered
“No son, it would not” I said while wiping tears off my eyes
America must never be allowed to interfere with European sports again