On July 20, 1969 Apollo 11 astronaut Neil Armstrong stumbled a little on his lines, but he made history with his feet. Today was the anniversary of that achievement, a project that only succeeded because of our unity of purpose, an achievement beyond the reach of the impoverished imaginations of the neocons and their ilk.
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Perhaps equally well worth remembering, it was also the 62nd anniversary of Claus Schenk Graf von Stauffenberg’s attempt to assassinate Adolf Hitler.
We too, all need to stand up against the world’s fascist tyrants.
“Never again!”
Hard to take the foul mouthed groper that seriously. But that’s what they said about the nasty little austrian paper hanger too.
Rumor has it on this night 37 years ago, in anticipation of Woodstock, Van Morrison sang, “Its a marvelous night for a moonwalk . . .”
Frank, I disagree. Wingnuts lurve them some solar system vanity projects. Their problem is not a lack of imagination. They understand unity of purpose to the point of collectivist extremes. Their problem as intellectuals is crackpot romanticism, a royalist affect that’s as ludricrous as it is scary and the bizarre combination of cynicism and naivete you find in hothouse think tank environments. They’d much rather waste moumental amounts of money on space flight than spend it on social welfare.
Other than that, they’re charming people.
Fine. Would you like to have an argument?
Only if we can agree on the terms.
I think we already have.
You cheated by using the Socrat-O-Matic. How can I possibly top or refute that?
Buyt just you wait. I have something I’m preparing that will restore the full lustre of my reputation as an internets bickerer. Oh yes. It’s as devious as a squirrel guru with a plan for triangulating.