Rocket Into the Moon? This was Wrong on So Many Levels
Blowing shit up just to see what happens is pretty effing juvenile. And when it costs billions of dollars, it’s just damn stupid. I am all for science, for scientific research, but firing a huge rocket into the moon to make a big boom, exploding part of lovely Luna, our sweet Selene, was one of the most egregious acts of masturbatory hubris ever executed by this country under the guise of scientific research. And I say this as someone whose father was a test astronaut/human factor specialist for NASA.
The idea of moving mankind to the moon from earth–I guess because we will eventually destroy it–is the global equivalent of renting a house, letting piles and piles of trash build up as the roof and floors rot, then just moving someplace else and starting over again–but even more immoral, since global garbagification affects billions of human souls not too mention our wondrous flora and fauna, destroys this beautiful place of which we have been granted stewardship–or have taken stewardship, depending on your point of view.
The billions of dollars spent on this project did employ people, but in a busy-box sort of way:
Hey let’s figure out a way to justify our budget while fulfilling our sci-fi paperback dreams. And for those more hawkish members of the budget committee–golly gee, isn’t this great way to test a really big explosive device under the guise of helping humanity!?
God bless those rocket scientists. Science for the sake of discovery, of knowledge, of satisfying curiosity is a wondrous thing, but dammit Jim, there are people dying here on Earth. Can we maybe work on solving problems here rather than entertaining obscenely expensive fantasies of running away? There are people starving in our own country, children wasting away in Appalachia and on the streets of Los Angeles, in Darfur and around the world; inadequate water supplies, food supplies, HIV, malaria, an irreversible dead zone in the Pacific Ocean…
And we explode basically a bomb into the moon just to see what happens. Not exactly a peaceful act from a country whose leader just won the Nobel Peace Prize.





I prefer to think of today’s event as a reset button, which when pressed, has the ability to change our focus. That it happened on a day when the Nobel Peace Prize was awarded to our president could emphasize the reset. For a moment in time, we looked again to the stars from which we came, and we did so not for commercial purpose, not for warmongering, not as Americans, but as humans, in search of the resources needed to sustain life if we should choose to leapfrog our way to the stars.
There will always be plenty of challenge here on earth; from poverty and hunger to war and disease, they have always been with us, and they will remain until we have not money or power but political will to deal with them.
The mission today was an example of what we can do when we set our minds to it, when we finally muster the political will to reach out and touch space. It’s a reminder to us that none of our earthly problems are insurmountable.
And to this household, it’s been incredibly important because we watched the mission this morning together as a family; we shared with our kids our wonder born during the Kennedy administration, stoked further under the Nixon administration, as we set out to touch the moon. And we heard our child dream aloud about a career in astronomy for the first time.
For that and for all the other children who might have been inspired today, flinging a piece of material born of stars out to another celestial body was worth it.