Friday, January 30, 2004

Love the Red Planet

I might be sounding a bit like the brotherman, but Mars kicks serious ass. More specifically – the peeps responsible for getting up there are achieving the new levels of coolness. I too cannot tolerate the ignorant complaints of the costs involved with sending those rovers to the War planet, especially given we blow serious dough on absolute pork crap. Cue the Holst for proper setting - Hey – if we decide to take a page out of Young Hickory’s playbook, we’ll end up declaring a new nation – the United States of Mars. And that’s right after the Lunar United States. Manifest Destiny, baby. I’ll personally invite you all to my villa outside the Sea of Tranquility, for a meal of hot dogs and apple pie.


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