Commander Trombone

What follows is a first-person transcription of trash-talk directed at China. It was spoken snarkily by someone at the head office. Don’t worry, it’s not like anyone in China is ever going to read it. Also, everyone at the front office knows that most of things in the front office were Made In China.

“So, the Chinese spacemen just returned to earth. It’s amazing. In the late sixties, the United States got astronauts to The Moon using calculations done on slide-rules. Forty years later, China went for their own space-jaunt with their own technological handicaps: the rocket they used to escape earth’s gravity was apparently dipped in lead paint, and the astronaut’s energy drinks were spiked with melamine. Maybe later they can get an under-age gymnast to break her record without any gravity at all?”

I’m pleased to note that one of my Manhattan snapshots is currently featured over at Megapixel dot net in the hometown gallery. The picture is titled, not surprisingly, “Sambas’ Deli of Life.” Currently, you’ll have to delve a page or so back into the gallery to see the picture. It may be easier to look at my previous post which appears below or sideways.