End of an era

I am a child of the 60's, born when Eisenhower was President, fer cryin' out loud. I grew up watching brave men put their trust in our former enemies mingled with amazing visonaries and hurtling their pink little bodies into the unforgiving void of space. I wanted to be one of them. I still do.

However, at shortly before 6AM on the 21st of July 2011, our manned space program will come to an obscene and absolute halt. If I want to fly in space, I'd better brush up on my Russian, because that's the only way we're getting out there for the forseeable future. We will have to hitch rides with the same losers that we beat in both the space race and the cold war. Never felt prouder, grumble, grumble grumble......

All I can say is that by late next week, everybody better be well fed and out of poverty.