I spy, through an obscenely large, high-powered, and expensive telescope, a massive, blank, boring object in the night sky. Yes, this issue, let's talk about the moon.
There has been talk recently of sending another man to the moon. Mr. President, I understand your position. The moon always fascinated me, too. When I was three. Since then I've learned that it's a barren wasteland, probably almost as boring to drive on as the more deserty and less undeserty parts of Texas.
There is occasion to waste the money on sending a man to the moon if we gain something from the trip. I don't mean the knowledge that man has gone where nature first prevented our going by not giving us wings. I don't mean fun campfire stories about the way Jim couldn't figure out how to drink a can of root beer in zero gravity. I don't mean the satisfaction that the astronauts who bravely flew to an empty rock will have when they