Damn!

I remember vividly when the Challenger exploded. I watched the lift-off while eating breakfast and almost choked on my toast then. I felt, then as now, very sorrowful for the astronauts, their families, and the Space Program as a whole, in that order.

Then I went to my class and heard some stupid bastard say something to the effect of: "Good! Maybe now the Yanks won't be so cocky anymore!" Well, it took a real effort to keep from putting my fist in that asshole's face that day and I'm not looking forward to hearing all the conspiracy theories sure to be flying about now. Nor all the uninformed assholian statements sure to accompany them. I'm getting too old for this crap.

This is a sad day. `Nuff said.