Seriously, I'm really tired of your bullshit. Why are you spending money waxing poetic about a trip to Mars when you can barely keep the space station in orbit and have yet to land a 13th person on the moon? Does even one of your science geniuses know how to get shit done? You're talking about building a castle in japan when you can't even build a snow fort at the end of the block. You have the rockets, you have the parts, you have the people willing to go... and yet you don't. What's up with that? What's a matter, Mcfly? Are you CHICKEN?
In conclusion, go on being DARPA's bitch instead of hope for humanity. Fuck you guys and your poser bullshit.
Would you like some help adjusting your seat?
Just what we need, the return of Clippy.
Stop it, already. You're embarrassing me as a member of the human race.
Frame the NSA for wiretapping senators on the intelligence committee.
Wait... was that was in V for Vandetta? Damnit.
Pihk-lee-wah?
Pie-klie-wah?
I prefer the first choice.
Syntactic sugar causes cancer of the semicolon. -- Epigrams in Programming, ACM SIGPLAN Sept. 1982