January 15, 2004
Of visionaries and visions
Bush has proposed his new space program: building a permanent presence on the moon and eventually sending humans to Mars.
And the way it was presented (with the appropriate pomp and circumstance, of course) follows the same subtle pattern that defines how he treats opposition in general: “you are either with us, or with the terrorists”. Scratch the last part and replace it with “or you have no vision” or “you are not a patriot”, “you are simply stupid” or “we aren’t even sure you are human”. For after all, so he announces profoundly, exploring is what being human is all about. Well, thanks for the reminder.
And with rhetorics like that, here is what happens: public debate in general gets a bad name. Who now would dare to publicly question the value of such an undertaking when the first argument you encounter is of such epic proportions such as “What, you are against exploration”?. Change the context, scratch that last part and replace it with “What, you are against freedom”? or “What, you are against national security”?. You get the point.

Oh right, the cost of all this. Actually, it’s a bargain. Just one billion dollars more than NASA was going to spend anyway. But here’s a secret: When we get the military on board, we’ll make this whole thing a matter of national security. And then, my friends, we can pump some real money into this. Because who will dare to hold anyone accountable? Your are, after all, for national security, right?
And what if the whole Lunar-Mars enterprise doesn’t work out in the end? Well, we can always blame the French.
Posted by Chefredaktion at January 15, 2004 11:18 AMZum Thema French: Ein Höhepunkt meiner leider viel zu seltenen Besuche auf dem allsonntäglichen Lütticher Wochenmarkt sind die French Fries mit Souce Americaine. Bei meinem letzten kulinarischen Ausritt ins frenchlike Belgium (also die Wallonie) aber hatte der Frittenmann einen Gesichtsausdruck auf meinen Wunsch nach der gewohnten Laabung aufgelegt, als habe er noch nie in seinem ganzen Leben eine Souce Americaine zusammengemixt und auf seine frittierten Duffeln gepappt. Hier gäbe es nur Souce Libanaise, wenn's schon 'was Gutes sein soll. Es folgte eine fürchterliche Ätzorgie in meinem Hals, die sich jedoch nach kurzer Zeit in ein angenehmes Wohlgefühl im Atemtrakt wie nach Genuss eines sehr teuren Asthmamittels ausbreitete. Ab Jetzt nur noch Libanais! Ich schwöre aber, ich habe früher genau dort Americaine bekommen. Blame it on the republicans.
Posted by: Klaus on January 15, 2004 2:07 PM