Today's dose of seriously, what the hell? comes from Charles Krauthammer in his latest Washington Post column*.
It's appears that one night, Charles was rolling along, singing a song, muttering things about Obama, and then he looked up! He looked up and saw a big orb in the sky! He consulted Conservapedia and discovered that it was "The Moon."
"Didn't we used to go there all the time?" he asked nobody in particular:
So with the Apollo moon program long gone, and with Constellation, its supposed successor, still little more than a hope, we remain in retreat from space. Astonishing. After countless millennia of gazing and dreaming, we finally got off the ground at Kitty Hawk in 1903. Within 66 years, a nanosecond in human history, we'd landed on the moon. Then five more landings, 10 more moonwalkers and, in the decades since, nothing.
The people at NASA will no doubt be surprised and embarrassed at this revelation that since they stopped making pointless repeat trips to the Moon, they've just been twiddling their thumbs, doing nothing. SHAME:
So what, you say? Don't we have problems here on Earth? Oh, please. Poverty and disease and social ills will always be with us. If we'd waited for them to be rectified before venturing out, we'd still be living in caves.
Yes. Poverty and disease and social ills will always be with us, unlike the Moon, which could vanish at any time, so we should totally get back to it.
And then the Moon looked down at Charles Krauthammer and laughed.
*Sorry, I just can't link to the Post right now.