Just finished looking at the super Moon through my telescope. I have always been an astronomy guy for a long time, even read an astro-physics book for fun in between my cult marx college classes. Looking at the Moon puts me in a melancholic mood of what we could have been.
It hangs there in the sky, a testament of what we once were, what we once did, and were capable of. Now merely a dead tomb where our betters once tread. From my readings, JFK appeared to me the last real president we ever had. The last of the ‘noble aristocracy’ types: he actually served in the military among other things. But he inspired us to BE BETTER. None of this degenerate bullshit of ‘you are fine just how you are’.
He appealed to what we once claimed to stand for as Americans, a sense of adventure, of pride, of challenge. Within 8 years we were on the moon using calculators weaker than modern phones.
JFK- “Whether it will become a force for good or ill depends on man, and only if the United States occupies a position of pre-eminence can we help decide whether this new ocean will be a sea of peace or a new terrifying theater of war. ”
Back when we knew America was a special place, that we were smarter than the rest of the planet, more driven, more focused, and no other race could compare, only we could do this.
“We choose to go to the Moon! … We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win ..”
I was not alive during his time, I can only look back and wonder what it must have been like to have wonder, to have drive at what we are doing. Instead of shoveling shit with endless minorities and traitorous white/libs trying to bring us down. I am not sure we will ever make it off the planet again short of some massive thing we can only speculate.
Now, all we have is the collapsing Pax Americana. Trump represents perhaps a dying gasp of those who still want greatness, and serves as a reminder of just how different most people are, literally suicidal and complacent.