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Space, and the Room for It
Space exploration came a long way since I was the size of a measurable amount of it. I remember with some pain, my first ride on a penny farthing with its big wheel and long spokes that were well engineered to cut a foot or two off anyone's legs. With good timing though, I used my head and saved my legs. Anyway, I'm a long time looking and can see nothing in space worth a damn. What would keep it up? Some viagra from venus? I don't think so! Even if there was anything up there, who put it there? And how did they put it there? I never believed that Alien conspiracy business and often thought that a man that couldn't speak his mind, couldn't conquer much. As for an Alien being green and skinny; we've killed many things that looked like mal-formed frogs and ate the best of them!
To think that a white frog would be any more capable, is crazy. What difference would his color be to a mortal with an empty belly and color-blindness issues? Rubbish, the lot of it! As well as that, couldn't anyone make up anything about a place that we can't see? Like, above the sky for example. Bring it down, and show it to me, is what I say. Is there oil up there? I doubt it. If there was, wouldn't it come down with the rain? Gold or silver? The same goes for that. Gas? Okay, there might be gas, but in my experience it is best to leave it there or bury it as was done generations ago. Someone found a bacteria on Mars, if they did. They could have got it anywhere and its not like bacteria are known to break under interrogation. I'd say that you could get the strongest truth serum and the best you could hope for is a wet bacteria as well as an empty bottle. So, I ask you; what is up there worth a damn and who would put it there if it was? And the exploration of space might be a waste of petrol, frog after-taste pills, truth serum and re-location papers for suspicious bacteria. Thick Mick Henry is an "expert" columnist on history or back passage material, with http://www.TheTrivialTimes.com
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