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 itββ now we’ve shown that stupid satellite (it’s not even a planet!) who’s boss.
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.
I asked my NASA daddy, and he said they did NOT nix the idea of Slim Pickens riding the bomb down because he’s dead.
Jeesh, Patrick, sometimes I don’t know WHEN to believe you any more.
So did they strap Slim’s cold, stiff body to the bomb and let ‘er go to give that rock what-for?
Don’t worry, all these moon landings and explorations never happened. They’re falsifications staged by NASA and the New World Order. Worry about something real, like the Illuminati.
The Pope walked on The Moon?