Pasha Ivanovich

I'm this close to drawing astronaut yuri

Saw this license plate today and I'm still ugly laughing about it

Kennedy didn't care about rocks. He didnt send brave souls to the Moon for science. The goal was to beat the Russians to the Moon, to defeat the great bogeyman of mid-century America and score a win for republican democracy over communism. . . . Apollo was a planetary-scale boast, a giant risk with high reward, a daring gamble for a youthful nation. It was propaganda at its finest. Its astronauts were upstanding white Protestant men who had traditional families and wore casual pants and drank whiskey from highball glasses. They were red-blooded American heroes who cooked homemade pizzas and played baseball with their kids, then put on spacesuits and did the impossible. They were Manifest Destiny incarnate, bursting with promise and American masculinity, their legacy rising like the phallic rockets that launched them. . . . Humans have touched the Moon—Americans have touched it— but that is not enough for China, or India, or even the United States in the twenty-first century C.E. The leaders of these countries each want their particular brands of boots to mar its surface, and their own particular twenty-first-century names engraved on plaques to be mounted forever in its dust. We have to identify the real reasons why we'd like to revisit the Moon, and what we would do once we got there. Will we go back because it's still hard? Because we have something to prove, some faceless enemy nation to impress? Because we would like some rocks in the name of science? Because we would like to make money? Or because of something grander, something more ineffable?