I didn’t expect the emotion I felt when I witnessed the Space Shuttle lift off for the last time. My eyes welled up as I wondered if I just witnessed one of the last symbols of American greatness slip away.
I grew up celebrating the victories and mourning the agonies of the American space program. Mercury. Gemini. Apollo. Space Shuttle.
I was 6 when John Glenn first orbited the earth in the Mercury capsule.
I was 14 as we huddled before the grainy black and white images of Neil Armstrong on the moon in 1969.
The Space Shuttle was a modern marvel unequaled by any other country.
We were the inventors. We were the leaders of the world. Americans took pride in their resourcefulness, ingenuity, determination and grit.
It’s all gone now.
NASA is now a Muslim outreach vehicle, not a space vehicle. It’s a propaganda tool for Climate Change. John Kennedy, who challenged us to go to the moon and back, must be looking down on this once great nation with disgust.
We’ll have to pay Russia cab fare to get to the International Space Station which America was largely responsible for designing, building and financing.
Now look at us.
The world laughs and mocks us as we sit idly by as it becomes embroiled in war and revolution. Our government employees defy us not to pay them their exorbitant salaries and benefits.
And then there is the President, elected by the parasites, for the parasites and of the parasites.
That Shuttle lifted off with a piece of my heart in it.