Thanks to LC Gladiator.
So let us say that an individual who has, without wanting to and much less trying to, become the very symbol of the entrepreneurialism, “can do”, “if not us, then who?” spirit that used to be the very core of America-That-Was goes and passes to his just rewards in Heaven.
Somebody whose name is known to anybody who ever dared dream the impossible, an icon to every boy and girl to ever look into the great unknown and say “it won’t be unknown for long if I have a say in it”, somebody like Neil Alden Armstrong, the perfect embodiment of the Humble Hero who did something because he felt it needed to be done. Not because he wanted the admiration of anybody for doing it, but because it was there.
How would the leader of the nation he did it for express his admiration for such a man, give him his dues, express his gratitude for the great things he done for everybody else, the sheer awe that such men even exist?
Why, if you’re King Ogabe “I Personally Strangled Osama bin Laden in the Gutsiest Call Ever Made Including D-Day” Narcissus, you obviously post a picture of yourself.
Because Neil Alden Armstrong didn’t fly that. Somebody else made that happen. And you can bet dollars to doughnuts that he’ll have his tireless team of nut-sucking sycophants insert all manner of references to his own holy self into any official accounts of the Moon Landing before you can say “Oh Holy Me”, just the way he inserted his own magnificence into the whitehouse.gov biography of pretty much every single president of the United States already.
Seriously. His Imperial Majesty could not possibly despise that self-aggrandizing, coke-snorting, pole-smoking, communist piece of shit any more if he tried really, really hard. Particularly since that very same King Hussein pretending to praise Neil (underneath a big picture of himself) was the one who turned NASA into a mooselimb outreach program begging flights from Russian tin cans in order to get as far as low Earth orbit.
We used to say that we’d have to fumigate the White House next year to get the stench out. We now wonder if we’re going to have to fumigate the entire country.
Thatisall.
Anybody want to bet the odds that Neil Armstrong will getting a State funeral…next week…in Charlotte NC?
Here’s Chris Matthews (NBC) having a DERANGED, full-on meltdown and attacking RNC chairman Reince Priebus on the air:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf-bKEDTUg8&feature=player_embedded
Look at the deranged hatred in his face. Really unbelievable. Even his fellow leftist co-‘hosts’ (Brokaw for one) tried to get him to put a cork in it.
Mathews is just a fucking typical liberal. Another for the wall. Speaking of said wall, Ovomit needs to go last. But it needs to watch all the others going before it.
Armstrong, Aldrin, and Collins surely flew it. But they also acknowledged, just before re-entry, the huge numbers of people who made it possible, who really DID build it. It was a team effort from start to finish. But they’re STILL the ones that climbed on top of a whoooole lotta explosives and set it off under their rumps, and then… Read more »
Before any nanny-state leftists start whining about how much money we spent on the space program that could have been spent on social welfare programs, two points: 1) over a trillion dollars has been spent on the social welfare programs, and poverty is at the same rate or higher today than it was during the Johnson administration, 2) the computer… Read more »
I don’t think the pussified, wussified America of today would be capable of what the Mercury, Gemini and Apollo program did. We’re too worried about having a nanny-state make sure that we never, ever, ever have to worry about risks to our own fat asses. What we did during that era was take massive risks with the lives of those… Read more »
As I said elsewhere. He demands to be the bride at every wedding and hte corpse at every funeral. First he demanded you give him your wedding presents. Surely this was the next step which could have been foreseen.
I got to see one of the Apollo capsules. How they got their balls in that little son of a bitch, I’ll never know.