For All Pigkind

 

In the space of about two weeks, I'm hit with the news that trillionaire serial worker abuser Jeff Bezos has found someone willing to throw down $28 mil for a suborbital joyride with him — and that Elon Musk will refuse to recognize Earth laws in his gated suburbs on Mars. Doubtless Musk will have some Space Force grunts on-call to keep a lid on things out there.

I'm especially bugged that Bezos has chosen July 20 as his launch date; I'm sure he thinks he's making some deep statement or something, but instead I'm just insulted somehow. Christ, 28 million dollars to go suborbital with Jeff Friggin' Bezos. Bah, I'd rather ride Apollo 13.

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Tranquillity

When Neil Armstrong died last Saturday, my boyhood finally officially ended.

By all rights, flags all over this country should be lowered to half-staff in honor of one of the last real American heroes, but it would still be meaningless, because no one can lower the one flag that really matters.

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And now, one more time, for all you young'uns out there: