In the early morning hours of March 16, a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket will launch from Cape Canaveral to deliver 8,000 pounds of supplies to the International Space Station. What’s most remarkable isn’t what’s going up, but what’s coming back down.
Like a panel from a sci-fi comic strip of the ’30s (think “Buck Rogers in the 25th century A.D.”), the first stage of the newest rocket from SpaceX – the stage that has always been used once and then discarded soon after launch, becoming a $100 million piece of scrap metal – will unfold a set of spindly metallic legs as it screams back through the atmosphere and fire a set of retro rockets to halt its descent.
I’m not trying to be a sour puss but frankly I expected this a very long time ago. This is achievement, this is progress! The
billions Trillions pissed away on democrat-voting urban scum could have carried us to Mars, The Asteroid Belt, Jupiter. All the resources, all the energy the human race could ever need is out there. Instead we are living in the world of The Marching Morons.
Now, where are my flying cars?