Bob Schwartz

World’s richest man + world’s most powerful man + crazy = ?

The world’s richest man and the world’s most powerful man may both be crazy.

I asked Claude (possibly the world’s smartest AI) what could happen if they were both crazy.


It’s a good question to think through structurally, partly because history has real examples of unstable or erratic people holding enormous power. I’ll treat it as a hypothetical rather than a judgment about any particular person, since “crazy” covers a lot of ground and I wouldn’t diagnose real individuals from a distance.

What the most powerful person could do. The danger scales with how much they can act alone. A head of state with nuclear launch authority, command of the military, emergency powers, and control of foreign policy can do damage fast, and some of it can’t be undone. Erratic decisions about war, trade, alliances, or domestic crackdowns move quickly through a government. The worst historical cases, like late-reign Caligula, the “Mad King” George III during his illness, or leaders with untreated paranoia such as Stalin in his final years, show the range. It runs from paralysis and chaos to purges and mass death.

What the richest person could do. Wealth is slower and less direct, but it reaches many places. A very rich person can fund campaigns and movements, buy or shape media and communication platforms, control critical infrastructure (satellites, energy, AI, payments), and move markets with a single statement. An unstable billionaire could distort public information, destabilize companies that thousands of people depend on, or use their money to punish critics.

The combination is where it gets worse. If the two allied, money and state power could reinforce each other. Wealth could buy political protection and propaganda reach, and state power could hand out contracts, deregulation, and immunity. That loop can wear down the institutions that normally act as brakes. If they fell out, you could get a volatile feud with public infrastructure, markets, or government agencies caught in the middle.

What usually limits the damage. In most systems, neither person actually acts alone, so a lot depends on what surrounds them:

  • Institutions. Courts, legislatures, a professional civil service, and military officers who refuse illegal orders all matter. The 25th Amendment in the US exists for an incapacitated president.
  • Advisors and staff. They can slow-walk, push back, or resign publicly.
  • Corporate governance. Boards, shareholders, and regulators can constrain a CEO, though founder control weakens this.
  • Markets and public opinion. Capital flight, falling share prices, elections, and protest create pressure.
  • Federalism and a free press. Power spread across states and independent reporting make it harder to dominate everything.

The honest answer is that the outcome depends less on the two individuals than on how strong those guardrails are. Strong institutions can absorb a lot of erratic behavior at the top. Weak or captured ones turn one or two unstable people into a systemic crisis.

If you’re thinking about specific people or events, I’m happy to look at the actual checks and balances involved in that situation.

–Claude Opus 5.5


Elon Musk: “Let me sell you a dream”

“Musk has the sobering effect of a corruption exposé and the fear factor of a ’70s conspiracy thriller.”
–Hollywood Reporter

Alex Gibney’s long-awaited documentary Musk will be released in theaters tomorrow and will eventually stream on HBO (if it’s not blocked).

Musk will do everything the world’s richest man can do to stop you from seeing it or hearing about it. X/Twitter will not carry anything about it.

Even with the seemingly unstoppable power of Musk and media monopolies, information wants to be free. So do we.

David Byrne created a song, Let Me Sell You a Dream, for the film. All the lyrics are taken entirely from Musk’s own words:


I’m extremely hardcore
You know my mind is a storm
And I would not even eat
If I could get my work done

I’ve been burning the candle
Burning at both ends
And I’ve been killing those demons
For a long, long time

Let me sell you a dream
Baby, that’s what I do
How the future could be
I can make it come true

Now I’m running human in imitation mode
I’m a chill normal dude
I just have to keep going

Let me sell you a dream
Do you think I’m insane?
I eat a glass sandwich
I eat them every day

Algorithmic distillation
Multi-planet exploration
I’m a human emulation
I’m a total simulation

Lеt me sell you a dream
Baby, that’s what I do
How thе future could be
I could make it come true

You don’t want to be me
You know, the problem…
The problem is empathy

Let me sell you a dream
My daddy used to tell me
Let me sell you a dream
Tell me I was no good

Let me sell you a dream
I said, “Hey, daddy!”
Let me sell you a dream
What’s a poor boy to do?
Let me sell you a dream

–Elon Musk


Did the AI Guys promise Trump his Big Brain can live forever?

Some people think that Trump’s embrace of uncontrolled AI is about all the money he can make from it.

There may be another reason.

The AI Guys, knowing his obsession with his HI (High Intelligence), may have told him that eventually AI can clone his Big Brain—even make it smarter—so that The Greatest President, or at least his brain, can live forever. IF they are allowed to proceed with AI development without government interference.

That would explain it.

“Brains alone won’t preserve freedom, Billy!”

Real Life Comics, December 1941, The Story of Tyranny

Dad: BRAINS alone won’t preserve freedom, Billy! You can’t reason with a TYRANT!

Billy: Then I guess it’s up to us to HELP!


Historical context: This comic is dated December 1941. It was published right before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the U.S. entry into World War II. Americans were well aware of tyrants ruling in Germany, Italy and Japan, but many Americans were still reluctant to get involved.

Dad was right. Billy was right. Though could they imagine that tyrant at home?

Positions on capital punishment tell us something. A lot.

South Carolina execution by firing squad (2025)

The story of prisoner Crista Pike in Tennessee, left in a coma by a failed lethal injection, has raised the issue of capital punishment, again. The issue rises and falls, depending on high-profile events, such as reinstating firing squads in some states and in the military, and now Christa Pike.

About half of Americans support the death penalty, half oppose it. About 145 nations have abolished the death penalty. America has not.

Some religious people turn to the Bible for guidance: “The punishment must match the injury: a life for a life, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand, a foot for a foot, a burn for a burn, a wound for a wound, a bruise for a bruise. (Exodus 21: 23-25). (Some interpreters find this a limit on punishment, so that it does not exceed the wrongdoing.) On the other hand, the Catholic Church declares the death penalty “inadmissible in all cases.”

Whenever I hear that issues with a moral component are “more complicated” than a simply drawn line (tell that to the Catholic Church and 145 nations), I suspect that people, not surprisingly, are challenged by working through difficult philosophical questions.

Here is the bright line. The death penalty is about mercy. In our lived lives we consider mercy to be conditional, situational and subject to degrees. But the wisest and most enlightened view, promoted by the religious traditions so many of us claim to follow, is that we are at our best, or on our way to being our best, when we put no conditions on mercy. Otherwise, what is our mercy at all?

The White House is the civic car crash we can’t take our eyes off of (2019)

As I look back at previous posts, I’m not sure how to describe my reaction to seeing how relevant some of them remain. Astonished? Surprised?

Seven years later, is the White House still a car crash we can’t take our eyes off of? What do you think?


There are many who say the occupant of the White House is incompetent, ignorant, corrupt and crazy, at the least. Yet when we try to stop thinking and talking about him, many of us utterly fail.

It is a cliché to say that people often can’t take their eyes off a car crash, particularly a gruesome one. Clichéd and true.

For better or worse, American civic life is centered on the White House. The situation there can be described as a horrible and chronic car crash. The fire department never arrives to put the fire out. The tow truck never arrives to haul the wreck. The ambulance never arrives to carry the sick and injured away.

We keep calling 911, but no one answers. So we just keep gawking.

Nuns getting arrested at a U.S. Capitol protest gives us hope (2019)

Reviewing this post from 2019, I thought that I hadn’t seen many if any nuns or any other religious arrested for protesting at the U.S. Capitol lately. Is it because they are not protesting, or because they find protests have been futile, or because this Trump administration has evolved into a more tolerant and even faithful keeper of the peace? Something to think about.

It is good news that at least two insurgent candidates for the U.S. Senate (which meets at the Capitol) are grounding their campaigns in faithful ethos: James Talarico, a Christian seminarian in Texas, and Adam Hamilton, a respected and influential United Methodist minister in Kansas. Both states are known these days as Republican strongholds, but both states are home to citizens who would like to stop their own suffering, and who might also be beginning to think that a little more Christian morality, that is, humane morality, might not be a bad change in our government policies. You know, role models for our kids.

In the original post you will find links to Faith in Public Life and Faith in Action. Faith in Public Life will be ending its programming at the end of October due to lack of funding. Faith in Action is still operating. These represent two of many initiatives in which faithful people are driven not to gain followers to their particular religions but to seek justice and love mercy for everybody.


In recent decades, clergy and related religious were literally at the front lines of the civil rights and Vietnam War movements, along with other movements promoting—demanding—social justice, morality and peace.

Seeing the protest pictured above and described below, it seems that the same faithful forces are standing up and speaking out in the face of the very high-level and public devolution of basic moral and ethical principles (such as truth telling and all the other commandments and recommended conduct).

Hope.


Religion News Service:

Capitol Police arrest dozens of Roman Catholic protestors at the U.S. Capitol on July 18, 2019.

Nuns, other Catholics arrested protesting treatment of immigrant children

WASHINGTON (RNS) — Police arrested dozens of protestors, including many Roman Catholic nuns, at a rally Thursday (July 18) opposing the Trump administration’s treatment of immigrant children along the Southern border, treatment that organizers of the demonstration said amounted to atrocities.

Officials with the advocacy groups Faith in Public Life and Faith in Action faithinaction.org   reported that 70 people were arrested after hundreds of demonstrators who had gathered on the lawn of the U.S. Capitol to sing hymns and wave signs with slogans such as “Everyone is sacred” and “Honor the Children: End child detention” crossed the street to enter the Russell Senate Office Building’s rotunda.

Some of the demonstrators stopped to lie down on the rotunda floor in the shape of a cross. They chanted the Hail Mary prayer several times while holding images of what organizers said were immigrant children who have died in U.S. custody.

Capitol police eventually began arresting demonstrators, among them Jesuit brothers and nuns from orders such as the Sisters of Mercy. The group recited the Lord’s Prayer as members were led away to buses waiting outside, leaving images of children scattered across the rotunda floor.

As officers escorted the handcuffed demonstrators into the buses, observers on the sidewalk burst into applause.

About Faith in Public Life:

Faith in Public Life is a national network of nearly 50,000 clergy and faith leaders united in the prophetic pursuit of justice and the common good. Faith in Public Life has played an important role in changing the narrative about the role of faith in politics, winning major progressive policy victories, and empowering new religious leaders to fight for social justice and the common good. Our media expertise, rapid-response capabilities and strategic campaign development have made us respected commentators in the media and valued partners with a range of religious groups working for economic and social justice.

About Faith in Action:

The struggle over the direction of the country is not just about economics or politics. It is a spiritual struggle over who we are and how we are connected. Many people, especially younger people, have lost faith in institutions and have distanced themselves from traditional religious congregations. But people are still searching for spiritual connection and purpose. Through our organizing work, we believe individuals will be able to say “as a result of my participation in Faith in Action, my life is better and I see the world and myself differently.”

Ordinary religion: Nothing special

Religious traditions tend to grow into specialness or spectacle. It is a combination of leaders wanting it that way, believing that it helps expand the following, and followers who want and appreciate it. If it is special then they too are special. Every tradition is susceptible to going and growing this way.

Religion at its heart is ordinary. Every tradition has had those who question and reject the extraordinary and the special. It is simple, they say, though years, decades, centuries of add-ons have embellished and sometimes hidden that. It’s like a spring of refreshing and clean water around which a huge and complex and even polluting bottling plant has been built.

If you are a leader or follower, consider the original simplicity of your tradition. You may find that the ordinary is at its heart. “We are special” or “We are spectacular” or “We are better and above others” is not what the originators knew and had in mind.

Believe in the ordinary. Believe in nothing special.

Walt Whitman

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

It is hard to love America if you don’t love Walt Whitman. It is hard to love poetry if you don’t. It is hard to love American poetry if you don’t.

If you find people among America’s least enlightened leaders and talkers who don’t love him, or attack him, maybe because of his unbridled exuberance for people and sexuality and life and freedom and America and Americans, and all the inherent unresolved contradictions and challenges, you may question their understanding and love of America (which you might already).

We would still be America without Walt Whitman. But we would be missing our most perfect and poetic narrator.


From Song of Myself (1892 version)

1

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

16

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuff’d with the stuff that is coarse and stuff’d with the stuff that is fine,
One of the Nation of many nations, the smallest the same and the largest the same,
A Southerner soon as a Northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable down by the Oconee I live,
A Yankee bound my own way ready for trade, my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin leggings, a Louisianian or Georgian,
A boatman over lakes or bays or along coasts, a Hoosier, Badger, Buckeye;
At home on Kanadian snow-shoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland,
At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine, or the Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians, comrade of free North-Westerners, (loving their big proportions,)
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen, comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat,
A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest,
A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons,
Of every hue and caste am I, of every rank and religion,
A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker,
Prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest.

I resist any thing better than my own diversity,
Breathe the air but leave plenty after me,
And am not stuck up, and am in my place.

(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place,
The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place,
The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.)

51

The past and present wilt—I have fill’d them, emptied them,
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day’s work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?


Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

“Humpty dumpty” was eighteenth-century slang for a short and clumsy person. (Dictionary of Slang and Unconventional English)


Through the Looking Glass (Alice in Wonderland), Chapter 6

However, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and more human: when she had come within a few yards of it, she saw that it had eyes and a nose and mouth; and when she had come close to it, she saw clearly that it was Humpty Dumpty himself….

‘And how exactly like an egg he is!’ she said aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to fall.

‘It’s very provoking,’ Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence, looking away from Alice as he spoke, ‘to be called an egg — very!’

‘I said you looked like an egg, Sir,’ Alice gently explained. ‘And some eggs are very pretty, you know’ she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of a compliment.

‘Some people,’ said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual, ‘have no more sense than a baby!’…

‘What a beautiful belt you’ve got on!’ Alice suddenly remarked.

(They had had quite enough of the subject of age, she thought: and if they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was her turn now.) ‘At least,’ she corrected herself on second thoughts, ‘a beautiful cravat, I should have said — no, a belt, I mean — I beg your pardon!’ she added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and she began to wish she hadn’t chosen that subject. ‘If I only knew,’ the thought to herself, ‘which was neck and which was waist!’

Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very angry, though he said nothing for a minute or two. When he did speak again, it was in a deep growl.

‘It is a — most — provoking — thing,’ he said at last, ‘when a person doesn’t know a cravat from a belt!’

‘I know it’s very ignorant of me,’ Alice said, in so humble a tone that Humpty Dumpty relented.

‘It’s a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say….

‘When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’

‘The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things.’

‘The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master — that’s all.’