You can run but you can't hide! Bombs away!!!

You can run but you can't hide! Bombs away!!!

At long last, we have bombed The Moon!

For years I have been proposing a full assault on The Moon. Every night it sits there smugly in the sky, taunting us with its pristine lunar arrogance and orbital confidence. This morning we finally did the deed.

We’ve allegedly stepped on it, littered it, planted flags on it, lost golf balls on it, even had cows jump over it–– now we’ve shown that stupid satellite (it’s not even a planet!) who’s boss.

Take that, you rascal, you!

Take that, you rascal, you!

I had proposed we let Slim Pickens ride the bomb down, but NASA nixed the idea because apparently he’s dead, which I don’t believe because I saw “Dr. Strangelove” recently and he looked fine.

Whatever. The job was done and we’ve bombed that baby but good. Maybe now we won’t be seeing so many werewolves and vampires.

Keep them nukes on watch and pointed up, though– The Moon may attack back. That lousy sneaky orb.