I think it’s because after you have more money than you, your children and your grand-children could ever spend on even the most lavish lifestyle, accumulating any more becomes a matter of keeping score. And a dick-measuring contest amongst your way-too-rich peers.

Buying access to Trump is not the same thing as actually using it.

Seems ol’ Jeffy is a day late and a couple hundred million short of commanding Donnie the Con’s attention at this point.

Don’t kid yourself. From Trump-branded merchandise to relentless pleas for his faithful to constantly kick with more cash, he wants to bleed Team MAGA dry too.

Agreed. If folks haven’t already done so, it’s worth adding ProPublica.org to your news bookmarks. Their longform reporting is beyond excellent.

Considering that Chrysler is just a minivan away from going full Jaguar, That’s one big dollop of bravado Feuell is laying on CNBC.

That would be unfortunate.

Nah. Vegas is the home of more hustles and boondoggles than any of us can possibly count. I’m very confident that Musk’s subterranean boondoggle will serve as the example that nobody will be willing to follow in the future.

But just think about how much fun it would be to argue you offended that whiny bitch Elon Musk and he sicced his lap dog Donnie the Con on you.

Just no. If I want to blow coins on a pretentious dressed-up version of a pedestrian minicar, I’d go for an Aston-Martin Cygnet. At least then I’d get the posh appointments I’d expect in a half-pint luxury ride, with Toyota reliability. Not this. No Dice.

Guy climbs into a driverless car to get to the airport, and can’t find an actual person to complain to, wondering where is the human connection to this.

Fucking please.

Perhaps in theory. But in actual practice poor people, who can’t afford to keep a car on the rock, don’t incur such tax.

Heal thyself, you rich moron.

It may only have 23K miles, but those front tires are sunk into the ground up to the alloy wheels. That’s never a good sign. No Dice — pun absolutely intended.

Thank you for a prime example of why rates often don’t equate with real numbers. And why statistics are the third common type of lies.

If you’re all that determined to take on a fast cycle with your Honda, just go full Darwin award and strap a surplus turbojet to it. Knock yourself out. And have your next of kin let us know how it went, OK?

I’d long forgot about Baghdad Bob. Thanks for the deep cut.

Dude, you’re going to need a lot more than engine to beat a literbike. Especially with a FWD car. Not only will you have to deal with the substantial powertrain losses with a transverse gearbox, you’re going to have to deal with keeping it alive behind four figures of horsepower.

There’s no mental gymnastics here. Just blind allegiance.