| He’s scared—I get it. Hard not to be, standing where he stands now. When I worked for a Saudi prince, I watched a similar play unfold. There was a man in the confidence of the prince’s wife—the real power in our little solar system. To have her trust was like holding a private mint. She sent him around the world, and he brought back tales of her kingdom abroad. That was the game. But he grew greedy, siphoning money on the side, fattening a nest egg, and—fatal mistake—marrying another woman. In one swift stroke, she cut him off. No warning, no mercy. He should have been able to coast on what he’d skimmed, but high life is a poison. Once you’ve lived as a minor god, mere comfort tastes like ashes. He couldn’t shrink himself down. It broke him. Mann faces the same curse: how do you crawl back to mortality after playing divinity? https://www.masterresource.org/climate-extremism/michael-mann-nutty-latest/ Linkedin Thread |
