brutal realisation

so it turns out that the american moron has decided that he wants to go to mars. my first thought was: "it's about time". this was my only thought on the subject until i saw a prediction for the final landing date: 2030. it was then that i realised that i'd be 50 years old at that point.

whatever happened to us? we were supposed to be building a colony on the moon and taking regular missions to and from mars by now. 35years. that's how long it's been since the human race (granted, under an american banner) touched down on the moon. what the hell has been going on since then? what do we, as a people have to show for 35years of being on this planet? a couple wars, an internet and a whole bunch of fuct-up marketing selling the masses stuff we don't need. we could have gone to mars, but instead we bought washable cellphones. and now a war-mongering idiot is pretending that he has an honest desire to explore the galaxy just so he can get re-elected and make more money for the oil industry.

here's a thought: what if we could convince debeers to finance an expedition to neptune? apparently, scientists have theorised that it's raining diamonds there. they can harvest the rocks, and we can build starships. sounds like a plan to me.