Musk Rips Into VP Harris Over Her ‘Equity’ Push: ‘Literally A Communist’

X platform boss and mega-billionaire Elon Musk once again criticized Vice President Kamala Harris over her political positions, this time regarding her push for “equity,” which he noted is not the same as “equality.”

Musk, who is also the CEO of Starlink, SpaceX, and Tesla, was responding to an X post containing several claims regarding Harris’ political positions and video clips of her discussing “equity” over “equality.”

“Kamala Harris is a communist and her word choices give it away. ‘Equitable distribution’ ‘equity,’” the post said, adding: “It’s a repackaged version of Karl Marx’ popularized slogan ‘From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs’ meaning a redistribution of wealth.”

Musk responded: “Kamala is quite literally a communist. She wants not merely equal opportunity, but equal outcomes.”

 

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