Today is July 20, 2009 and it's the fortieth anniversary of the moon landing. Or the moon landing hoax. Whichever you prefer, I guess. I've never been big on conspiracy theories so in the grand scheme of things, I don't really care what evidence there is or what the experts think.
I think we landed on the moon (and by "we" I mean a bunch of guys that were far more intelligent and dedicated than myself. They were U.S. citizens just as I am, but that's really all we have in common. That and Aldrin was balding).
Of course, that might just be because I want to believe that we landed on the moon. I want to believe really, really bad. I won't argue with anyone one way or another because the thought of outer space is far more interesting than hating fun. Plus, as a Gentleman Explorer, a sense of adventure is required and there's nothing more exciting than the thought of a manned mission to outer space.
I've always had an obsession with space (and not just because the first movie I remember seeing as a kid was Return of the Jedi. That might have a little something to do with it, though).
...I had somewhere I was going with this, I promise. But the guy next to me at the coffee shop is browsing porn sites and I kinda lost my train of thought. I'll get back to this.
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