Bill Clinton knows the space program has lost its pizzazz. He isn't eager to indulge in telemetric chats with the crew, which is a break for them. Anyone who has spoken with Bill Clinton will tell you, he doesn't know chat from Chinola. Asked what he thinks of the Milky Way, he answered, he hasn't met a bimbo who knows how to do it. If things start going well, he'll show up with the Press Corps in the Mir's rumpus room.
Brave men deserve better.
They have already begun rearranging the dirt. It will be like any other theme park, except at the end of the day, nobody will hose the place down. Today, the real message of Woodstock has finally emerged. What America needs is a virus that attacks the central nervous system of electric guitars.