promises

About a month ago, I told some friends that I’d try being more audacious on my blog. That I’d stop pulling my punches where my opinions are concerned and just generally be less of a wuss when it came to publishing online the strong-worded statements I frequently make in private.

And then I got benched by anxiety, panic, and medication hell — and I do have more to tell on that score.

But getting back to it, I’m sharing something here that I posted on Facebook this morning. One friend and fellow writer was openly wondering if Newt Gingrich had taken a bribe from Jon Stewart to publicly announce his plans for an American colony on the moon (if he’s elected for not one but two presidential terms).

I actually laughed when I heard this on the news last night. Yes, I’m a big fan of space exploration — I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up, and we really should already have visited Mars and have a permanent lunar base. But when I heard this campaign promise from Gingrich, that at “the end of my second term” there would be a lunar colony, I couldn’t stop the giggles. It just seemed so out-of-left-field and along the lines of, “Yes! And a magical pony for every American child!”