Excuse me, while I kiss this guy.
--Jimi Hendrix
Today, I was perusing comments about Obama’s latest reductions to NASA. Like most geeks, I believe the future is in space. However, I don’t think space is going anywhere, and we have plenty of problems to solve down here before we go out and pollute the rest of the Universe—but that’s another story.
Someone in the comment section suggested that ending the drug war would find us more than enough money to go to the moon. Now that’s an idea I can really get behind.
We wouldn’t even need rockets.
We could just fly there.
