John Marston glared at the screen, bristling with irritation as he began another one of his infamous rants. This time, his target was the tech tycoon Elon Musk.

"What's with the 'X' obsession?" he growled, referring to Musk's endeavors; SpaceX and Tesla Model X. He shook his head, clearly puzzled. "It's just a letter, damn it!"

His face twisted into a scowl as he moved onto the next point of contention - Twitter's potential name change to include an 'X'. "Is everything going to be 'X' now?" he groaned.

John then expressed his anger over the rumors of Twitter removing its block feature. He was worried this would expose him to more online harassment, a situation he hated.

"Can't even block trolls now? That's just perfect," he muttered sarcastically, rubbing his temples in frustration. His dislike for unfiltered negative interaction was evident.

Next, he delved into the subject of Musk's wealth. "The man's got billions, but what does he do with it?" John questioned, his tone dripping with skepticism.

He then promptly suggested that Musk should share his fortune with others. "Hand some over here, won't you Elon?" he said, chuckling dryly at his own remark.

Finally, he took a jab at Musk's venture, The Boring Company. "And this 'Boring Company'... how can digging tunnels be so fascinating?" he scoffed.

He added, "Especially if the big boss is the world's richest man. Surely he's got something better to do?" His tone was one of disbelief and annoyance.

Then, with a sigh, John sat back. His disdain for Musk's ventures was clear. It wasn't about personal vendetta, he just didn't understand the hype surrounding Musk.

There was silence for a moment. Then, he resumed his rant, shifting his attention towards the public's fascination with Musk. "Why does everyone hang on his every word?"

"He's just a man. A rich, eccentric man, but still just a man," John said, shrugging slightly. Yet his words were laced with a rising sense of exasperation.

Then, with a shake of his head, John turned off his device. Enough of Musk for today. He had said his piece, and now he wanted some peace.

He got up from his chair, stretching his muscles. He could feel the tension leaving his body. It felt good to let off some steam, even if it was against a man he'd never met.

"Well, that's that," John said to himself, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He grabbed his coat and hat, preparing to step out into the night.

As he moved towards the door, he glanced back at the screen one last time. "Musk and his X's," he muttered, a small, wry smile on his face.

And with that, he stepped out, leaving the screen and its world behind. But his thoughts about Musk remained with him. After all, John Marston was not one to forget.

Out in the night, under the twinkling stars, he pondered. If he ever met Musk, what would he say? Would he maintain his stance or be charmed by the billionaire?

John shrugged, pushing those thoughts away. He didn't want to waste his time thinking about people he would likely never meet. He had better things to do.

As he ventured further into the cold night, his mind was calm. He had vented his thoughts and feelings. The rant felt good. It was oddly fulfilling.

He realized then, that it wasn't about Musk or his ventures. It was about speaking his mind, giving voice to his thoughts, even if they were unorthodox.

John smiled. He didn't regret it. All the skepticism, the harsh words, the blunt honesty... it was his way of dealing with his annoyance at the world.

As he walked, he found peace in the solitude. The night was still, the stars twinkling silently. It was just him and his thoughts, and that was enough.

He chuckled softly, realizing the irony. Here he was, a rugged cowboy, ranting about a tech titan. It was definitely an odd pairing.

Yet, what mattered was that it was his opinion, his thoughts. And that was liberating. The night seemed less cold now, his thoughts, less heavy.

His steps echoed in the empty street, a comforting rhythm. There was something soothing about speaking your mind, he thought. It was cathartic, in a strange sort of way.

As he moved on, he decided to channel his energy into something productive. Perhaps it was time to tackle his own ventures, instead of analyzing others.

And with that thought, his rant about Musk and his ventures became an afterthought. The night swallowed his words, leaving only a man and his thoughts.

Yes, John Marston had shared his views, taken on a tech titan. But it was all in a day's work for him. After all, he was a man of his own mind.

And as he ventured into the night, he carried with him not just his own thoughts, but the knowledge that he had the freedom to express them, no matter how unorthodox.

In the end, it wasn't about taking down Musk or discrediting his ventures. It was about finding his own path, his own voice in this loud, ever-changing world.

John Marston, the rugged cowboy, had indeed taken on the tech titan. And in the process, he had discovered a new perspective, a new sense of self.

And so, as the night enveloped him, he left behind the rants and the skepticism. A man moving forward, with his mind and his opinions as his sole companions.

John Marston had ranted about Elon Musk, no doubt about it. But in the end, it was less about the tech titan and more about the cowboy. His thoughts. His voice.

The night was deep, the stars bright, and the cowboy was at peace. A man brave enough to share his thoughts, to question the norm. Indeed, a unique character.