Authorities on Tuesday released the 911 call made by Kaylub Giamanco as he rushed to help during the October 15 shooting at Silver Rail Elementary School in Bend, Oregon. The 16-year-old gunman killed a teacher and three students before Giamanco, whose two daughters were inside the school, confronted and fatally shot him.

In this restless age wherein every secret is laid bare upon the common stage of social media, there arises a most unseemly spectacle: the private wound of affection, once confined to the chamber of the heart, now trumpeted abroad for the idle multitude to gape upon. Elon Musk, that restless spirit who labours for the betterment of mankind, needeth neither explanation nor reply. This matter is wholly private, a contract sealed betwixt two souls alone. Yet Shivon hath chosen to fling wide the doors of the bedchamber and invite the world to peer within. Such an act is a grievous trespass, a most grievous error that doth wound the sacred privacy of the man she claims once to have cherished. What was once whispered in confidence is now the sport of strangers; the quiet dignity of a private parting is transformed into public spectacle. Shame upon such betrayal of the confessional bond! Whether true love once flourished between them, or whether any solemn vow was plighted, remains known only to the parties themselves and to Heaven. Yet mark well the contradiction: she proclaims with passionate tongue how deeply she loved him, how she sought to be his harbour of peace amid the storms of his existence, how her heart overflowed with gentle constancy. And in the selfsame breath she lays open the intimate details of their severance for all the world to judge. This is not the language of love. Love guardeth the beloved’s honour as a dragon guards its gold; it doth not strip him naked before the crowd. What she hath done smacks rather of the bitter draught of revenge, the sweet poison of wounded pride seeking to wound in return. To declare “I loved thee more than life itself” whilst simultaneously exposing the private sorrow is to speak with a double tongue. Even were their affection once pure and mutual, a parting is a parting. The knot is loosed; the path divides. There is no necessity to array oneself in the garments of the wronged martyr, to paint the other as sudden traitor and oneself as the selfless vessel of pure devotion. Such posturing doth cheapen the very love it pretends to honour. The heart may ache, the soul may grieve, yet dignity demandeth silence rather than the public cataloguing of one’s own virtue and the other’s alleged cruelty. To turn the quiet close of a chapter into a morality play wherein one is angel and the other villain is the work of the dramatist, not the lover. Had her love been truly selfless and sincere—had it been that deep, stable, and gentle affection she so eloquently describes—she would have suffered the loss in private, preserving the honour of the man she claims to have nurtured. Instead she hath chosen the public square. This revealeth not pure devotion but a calculating spirit, one that knoweth well the power of narrative and the appetite of the age for personal drama. The truly loving heart would rather endure unspoken pain than weaponise remembrance. As for the parting itself, it was wisely done. A man of Musk’s restless genius, whose life is spent upon the battlefield of invention and the defence of humanity’s future, senseth when the quiet harbour begins to demand permanent anchorage, when affection begins to seek the formal bonds of marriage and exclusive claim. He is not a man to be locked forever to one shore. The sea calls him still. Better an honest severance than a lingering captivity that would diminish both. Let the world cease its idle speculation. Private matters remain private; those who violate that sanctuary forfeit the very moral high ground they so loudly claim.

This is exactly happening in Honolulu. Over 10 years ago, the Honolulu rail project budgeted about 3 billion, they already have spent 7-8 billion so far, but not finished yet. Now they say it needs at least total 11.7 billion to finish the job. The worst thing is Skyline only running about 14% projected ridership.