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| Tandra Page 1102, July 25, 2010 |
| 07/25/2010 |
| by Hanther |
| Forty-one years ago the most significant event in all of human history occurred. You, there, in the back row with your hand raised, what was that history shattering event? “The messiah came to us!” Sorry, that’s not the event to which I refer. There have been messiahs too numerous to contemplate. Earth has suffered messiahs out the wazoo. The market for messiahs is over saturated. Another messiah is in no way an occurence worthy of notice. The event to which I refer was announced with these words, “Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed!” For the first time in all of history, humankind could look up to see the Moon and know one of their own walked there. Such an observation had never before been possible in all the long history of Earth! Man was no longer imprisoned on a single planet. We had reached up and out to take possession of another world, a world of untapped wealth and infinite possibilities! Americans had opened the doors to paradise, the gateway to unlimited human potential. Americans held in their hands the opportunity to lift human existence a distance far greater than the Industrial Revolution had lifted man from a peasant in a mud hut to a master of his destiny in a Park Avenue penthouse. Poverty and disease had the potential to be abolished forever. Utopia stared mankind in the face and offered a benevolent welcome. Americans looked upon the promise of unlimited human achievement and yawned. December 17, 1972, Americans returned to the womb for the final time. There would be no more voyages to the Moon. Moon trips were too dangerous and far too expensive. Obliterating the limits on the quality of human life by unimagined multiples was not worth the effort. The safety factor was unacceptable, the cost too high. Limited funds were desperately needed right here on Earth to pay for basic essentials such as, well...a private jet to transport the Royal Pooch, an endless series of multi-million dollar vacations for the First Family and their cronies, resort palaces in playgrounds of the rich for the politically connected, billions funneled into the private bank accounts of the bloody third world tyrants on the Administration’s Best Buddy list, monies to buy arms for unapologetic terrorist organizations and rogue states who consider this country the Great Satan. The list of essential needs right here on Earth is infinite while the gateway to the stars is slammed shut, locked tight and boarded over. There are no more stars forever! And, of course, there is the appalling safety risk factor of the space venture. People could be and were killed! Life is not risk free. It is dangerous to cross a city street, dangerous to get out of bed in the morning and certainly dangerous to get into an automobile after a party with Teddy Kennedy, the moral standard bearer of the Democratic Party. But casting extreme danger aside, the Democratic Moral Standard Bearer never swore off partying due to the safety factor. Excuses and weasel worded justifications aside, politicians intend to rule and anything that distracts from their plans to rule must be cast aside and destroyed. A successful and happy people, people of unlimited potential do not make good peasants. Successful people are so difficult to rule. Even more so, successful Moon people who have no cause nor interest for looking to Earth side politicians for their daily sustenance, their allotment checks not government monopolized health regulations. And the Moon is so far away as to be beyond the Messiah’s effective control. No one must be allowed beyond this regime’s control so the Moon is, of necessity, off limits. The Moon must not be allowed. NASA must rather be concerned with Muslim appeasement and propping up the bankrupt and threadbare Climategate scam and fattening Al Gore’s already bloated retirement fund. So every person born on Earth since December 17, 1972, shares a common trait with every man, woman and child living before July 20, 1969. When they look up at the Moon, they know their kind does not walk there, not any longer. The Moon is again a remote and dead world, with one exception. The foot prints remain! May the sun always shine on your parade! Next Week; “The Savior” Tandra...more than escapist fantasy, it’s a revolution! Hanther |
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