I love the moon. When I was a little girl, I remember throwing a fit because it wouldn’t come in the house and play with me after I had watched it longingly from the back seat of my Dad’s car all the way home one night.
“Come in, moon!” I pleaded.
“Honey, it can’t,” Dad said.
“But you promised, Daddy!” I cried.
And he had. One day, in his best Dean Martin rat-pack voice, with a Lucky Strike in one hand, he looked at me and had promised me the moon. I remember. Little kids remember promises, especially the broken ones.
This was the beginning of an unrequited love affair with that glowing, magical, white orb. And it was also the start of my obsession with the unattainable.
I guess that’s why I reacted so strongly the other day when I read an article about NASA’s plans to bomb my elusive lover. Seriously, they are. The mission is called LCROSS, which will send a rocket crashing into the moon on October 9.
NASA is the new acronym for National Association for Stupid Asses. What the hell are they thinking? Oh, that’s right. They’re looking for water. Moon river will be wider than a mile after they blast the hell out of it.
The moon is about a quarter of the size of Earth and it is hollow, much the same as the brains of the guys who authorized this multi-billion dollar mission. It wouldn’t take much for the rocket to rock it out of orbit.
Not to mention that the move is openly hostile and violates international space law, and if former Apollo astronaut Edgar Mitchell is right and wasn’t hallucinating, we are not alone and we could really piss off some aliens.
Do we get a vote here? I’m feeling alien-ated already. Or are we going to be distracted and preoccupied by angry town hall meetings on health care and what killed Michael Jackson, who is probably moon-walking now anyway. Does anyone care? This is serious business, people.
The moon affects our gravitation, our climate, the Earth’s rotation and orbit, magnetics, the tides, and our emotional state, and right now I am a lunatic! It has spiritual significance and is affiliated with the divine feminine aspects of humanity and coincides with the fertility cycle. It illuminates our night skies, not to mention our consciousness.
There is increasing curiosity about the ancient and dire predictions of 2012 (just wait until the movie comes out in November!). Wouldn’t it be ironic if man himself caused his own apocalyptic end by knocking this satellite off its orbit?
I assume that my Dad is up there somewhere in spirit and maybe he still can’t give me the moon, but perhaps he can help save it. I’m still moonstruck and soon my moon will be too. By a Centaur rocket.
I’m going to get off my soapbox now and crawl under it.
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Robyn Justo is a freelance writer who is experienced, but by no means an expert, on the frustrations, triumphs, and general hysteria of single life. “The Expiration Date” addresses the lighter side of living, dating, and just getting through the day. The names have been changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty). Please feel free to contact her directly at: robynjusto@aol.com.
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I couldn’t agree more! Thank you for writing about this topic. I was so upset when I heard about this but as you mentioned in the article, the U.S. just went ahead and violated international space law to gain some irrelevant information. As if we haven’t done enough damage to the Earth. Let’s take of this planet and leave the notion of colonizing our satellite alone. I can’t help but wonder if the recent earthquake in Haiti had something to do with this? It’s utter lunacy (pun intended).