I’m not an astrophysicist, but I play Carl Sagan in my head. I helped him put gas in his Volkswagen Rabbit in Ithaca, NY, once. Of course, I watched him through the station window, trying to figure it out for several minutes first. I lost 10 pounds laughing. He was too fucking smart for machines. I was too fucking dumb for astrophysics. My wife was getting her PhD at Cornell. We used to run into war criminals at the arboretum - people who made the bomb. The place was overrun with big brains.
So we really need the Spaceforce, so Fat Donnie can save the world.
