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Well holy shit and dip me in cheese and call me a nacho. Okay, so apparently the Earth just got dickslapped by a meteor of about ten tons. I wish my meteor was in the ten-ton caliber, but to be honest, seven tons is plenty based on experience alone.
Yeah, so Rants comes home and BAM!! Meteor. Look, people, what the fuck is going on? I leave for a year and all y’all let some big-ass rock smack the Earth. Now, it’s in Russia, I completely understand that people pretty much don’t give a fuck about the fact that someone else just took a money shot right in the face, and for no pay.
I love the MSM (LameStreamMedia) response: “How did scientists NOT know???” Oh the fucking travesty, right? Really, you expect a tiny group of American (because who else could possibly pull this off?) Trekkies to maintain a constant scan of every arc-second of sky out there to a depth of many light-minutes and give us all a great big-ass “hey, motherfucker, DUCK!!” warning. You think that’s reasonable?
As a card-carrying American and very Ranty person, I have to ask the question, “WHAT THE FUCK-CHUNKS TO YOU DO YOU PEOPLE EXPECT?!?”
Seriously, people, what the hell to you really expect? We’re talking about a globe of three-dimensional space that extends out to at least the orbit of Jupiter, and in that all we expect a weather-esque report on how the status of our globe is going. Yeah, right. At the moment, the media would paint this as a great new government program from our supposedly-elected officials. Fuck that, Mr. I-Have-A-Czar-For-That fucking elected government official.
I guess the message here is this: cut your fucking NASA funds back because you think that “publicly” that will seem like you are cutting extraneous government spending. Those of us with operating brains will know it’s nothing but a ruse to cut halfs of percentages from budgets, which you will later inflate to the “B” (for ‘billions’) mark, making yourself look glorious and proud.