Let me tell you a story about my Grandfather.

His parents emigrated from Prussia.  he was one of two sons in large family (like 10 kids).  About a third of his siblings would be dead before he reached adulthood.

He was a terrible student.  He hated school.  Eventually, he dropped out, worked at a fishmonger, and decided that this kind of life sucked.  So, to improve his lot in life, he took correspondence courses and obtained a degree in mechanical engineering.

A correspondence course, back in the day, was worth even less than those online university courses people enroll in now.

Along comes WWII.  Somehow, some way, he gets involved in developing warplanes for the United States Army (this is before the US created an Air Force branch).  Then - the exact details are unknown to me - he became involved in the Redstone Rocket Project.  His career in the space program finally came to a zenith with the 1969 moon landing.  That big ol' Saturn rocket?  He was supposedly involved in that, somehow.

A lot of this is family lore.  My mom passed it on.  She was, after all, living out of a camper through her younger years as her dad had to move from one place to the next.  The same is true of my aunts and uncle.  So, I have no reason to doubt them.

I know my grandfather drifted between aerospace and the automotive sector (part of this was due to the fact that he was born in Michigan).  My uncle followed in his father's footsteps, became an engineer, and worked for GM for over 30 years (I believe).

As my parents would describe him, my grandfather was an engineering genius.  he had that "thing," that the public school system can't seem to identify, hone, or refine.  I know this firsthand.  I have that same thing.  And yeah, the same words have been used to describe me as well. I don't like mentioning it.  I don't quite believe in the term myself.

My grandfather never ever heard of Elon Musk.  Guys like him had to send people into space using pencils, drafting tables, and frickin' slide rules.  Musk, by contrast, has it easy.

And now my son has gone into engineering.  In fact, He looks to have that same spark (and that same educational legacy) that both my grandfather and I have.

I'm glad to know that guys like Vivek and Musk - who have no clue about me, my grandfather, or my son - think we're just second-rate talents because, you know, foreigners are just smarter and more ambitious.  They are literally boasting while standing on the shoulders of my ancestors. Then they have a gall to say that my son - who promises to outshine both me and my grandfather - isn't as capable as some "hungry," foreigner.

(Insert middle-finger emoji here)

The most beautiful thing about the United States is that, if you had a passion for something, very little stood in the way of you pursuing it.  I know, for a fact, that teachers openly mocked me going into electronics and eventually software.  I'm a living example of how most experts are usually full of sh*t.  But, I was where in a time and place where I could pave my own path to where I stand now.  This sort of thing doesn't really exist in most countries.  Ambition and drive mean a hell of a lot when it comes to success.  I'm not a billionaire but I have a comfortable living.  I'm proud of the many accomplishments I made over that 30+ year career.  The freedom to be me, and do things my own way is what took me from an 18-year old kid with no future to a hidden tech "unicorn," that everyone says they want, but never really want to hire (don't ask me why this is).

The fact is, guys like Elon and Vivek only differ from people like Cuban, Biden, and Harris in that they have a vague glimpse of what I've ALWAYS known about this country - the thing that has driven me my entire career. But they still wear the same odorous cologne of contemptuous globalist sycophants.

And Vivek?  You want to know what my "culture" was?  It was me having to compete with 2 straight-A siblings, one of whom won a science medal and went on to become a doctor.  Every single foreign-born software developer that I came across - often as my replacement -  I figuratively stomped into the ground.  Cripes, I used to do the work of entire software TEAMS in my heyday.  So you can kiss my a**, you clueless frickin' doorknob.

I don't regret my vote for Trump.  I knew that the people he was surrounding himself with had baggage.  My only consolation is that these people actually DID something of worth.

However, it's looking like the same elitist BS, yet with a varying shade of hue.