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I saw the pictures of Jamar Champ. He was standing next to his new Tesla Cybertruck, beaming. You know the look. It’s the same one you see on a kid’s face on Christmas morning after they get the one toy they circled in the catalog a hundred times. He was proud. He’d bought into the dream—the promise of a vehicle from the future, a stainless-steel wedge that looked like it drove right off the set of a dystopian sci-fi movie.
Then, just after midnight on the Katy Freeway in Houston, that dream slammed head-on into the most brutally analog thing in the world: a BMW going the wrong way.
The BMW burst into flames. The impact was so violent it threw the two-ton Cybertruck into a nearby semi. And Jamar Champ, a 38-year-old father, died. The other driver died, too. Two lives extinguished in a mess of twisted metal and fire, a scene that’s become sickeningly common on our highways. 2 dead in fiery wrong-way crash on Katy Freeway, police say.
The Cybertruck didn't save him. Its vaunted exoskeleton, supposedly tough enough to stop a bullet, was no match for the simple, horrific physics of a head-on collision. And in that moment, the entire narrative that Tesla and its messianic CEO have been selling for years just... dissolves.
This is a tragedy. No, "tragedy" doesn't cover it—this is a predictable and grotesque outcome of a culture that worships innovation without ever stopping to ask what the hell it’s all for. While a family was planning a funeral for a man who bought the hype, Tesla’s chairperson, Robyn Denholm, was busy sending letters to shareholders, practically begging them to approve a pay package for Elon Musk that could be worth up to a trillion dollars. Tesla 'may lose' Elon Musk if shareholders don't approve $1 trillion pay package, chairperson warns.
Let that sink in. A trillion.
Read her words, and tell me you don’t feel a little sick. "If we fail to foster an environment that motivates Elon to achieve great things... we run the risk that he gives up his executive position, and Tesla may lose his time, talent and vision."

Her letter is a masterclass in corporate gaslighting. She’s framing a nine-figure-a-year CEO potentially becoming a trillionaire as some kind of noble sacrifice we must all support, lest he take his ball and go home. The "vision" she’s talking about just led to a production vehicle that was involved in a double fatality. What part of that vision are we supposed to be terrified of losing, exactly? The part where a man dies in the front seat?
It’s like watching a magician perform on a grand stage. He’s waving his hands, talking about colonizing Mars and building a "robot army," and demanding a king's ransom to keep the show going. The crowd is mesmerized by the spectacle. But backstage, out of sight, the props are falling apart, and people are getting seriously hurt. The whole damn show is a high-wire act with no net, and the price of admission is our collective grip on reality.
The entire saga around Musk’s compensation is a farce. It’s not about paying a man for his work; it’s about appeasing a monarch. The board isn’t a board; it’s a royal court. Proxy advisors like Glass Lewis and ISS—you know, the people paid to do the boring work of actually analyzing if a deal is good for shareholders—called the package excessive and dilutive. Their reward? Musk called them "corporate terrorists" who "have no frigging clue."
This is the "environment" Denholm is so desperate to protect. One where any form of dissent, any question of the king’s authority, is met with childish insults and accusations of terrorism. Musk says he doesn’t feel comfortable building his robot army without being insulated from "asinine recommendations." What does that even mean? Is he worried the robots will unionize if ISS gives them a pamphlet?
The whole thing is already tied up in a Delaware court, where a judge voided his last obscene pay package from 2018 because the board basically just did whatever he wanted without proper disclosure. Now they’re running the same play again, just with more zeroes attached. They’re not even hiding it. They’re openly admitting this isn’t about compensation; its about keeping Elon "interested" in the company he already runs and owns a huge chunk of.
And for what? So he can hit "stretch goals" like an $8.5 trillion market cap? Tesla is currently worth around $1.4 trillion. They want to quintuple the value of one of the most over-valued stocks in market history. It’s not a business plan; it's a fantasy novel. Meanwhile, back on Earth, residents near the Katy Freeway are telling reporters that wrong-way drivers are a constant problem, that the signage is terrible, and that they knew a fatality was "waiting to happen." Maybe the board could divert a few of those billions from the CEO’s bonus to lobby for better road infrastructure? Then again, that’s not nearly as exciting as building a robot army, is it.
Look, I get it. The world is complicated. The wrong-way driver is the one most directly at fault here. But you can't sell a product as a revolution, as the future of personal transport, as a literal apocalypse-proof vehicle, and then act surprised when people question what that promise actually means when it meets the pavement.
Jamar Champ bought a symbol. He bought a story. He believed in the hype, and he paid for it with his life. And the company that sold it to him is too busy fighting over a mythical dragon's hoard of gold to even acknowledge the blood on the asphalt. This isn't the future we were promised. It’s just the same old grimy present, wrapped in a ridiculous stainless-steel shell. And the people in charge don't care. They just want their money.