Fifty years ago, I had a fantasy dream. That man was not walking on the moon, was he? Many of my friends thought our nation had gone completely nuts. No way for a rocket to blast off, drop a module down on a huge pile of dust, and then open the door to what? They’d all burn up like backsliders do in hell. And certainly, no way to reverse the process, pick them back up, reattach to the rocket and drop the astronauts in the Pacific Ocean where rescuers were waiting for them. A few years later, I saw Neil Armstrong playing in a golf tournament in Louisville. It couldn’t have been the same guy. He seemed relaxed and normal, not spacey, as most people on earth are.

I’d not paid that much attention to the moon before, except to howl at it and park under it on a desolate road with a girl to share the bright light with. My heart had never been churned like that before, until seeing “one small step for man.”

The preparation for the moon walk proved what man could do when setting his mind to it. It’s unimaginable that no stone was left unturned to send men to the moon and bring them back to do other important things, such as hitting a golf ball over rugged terrain and permitting women to also wear space suits.

It was a "giant leap for mankind," which now also includes women gaining power in Congress. Look at the new women in there, who are undertaking to send outcast men to other planets. The president said that if they don’t like it here, they should go back to their original places. There are no original places anymore. Like it or not, our precious world is now globalized. It’s either care for and preserve it, or let it turn to dust. In 2030, will aliens from other planets walk on our vacant space?

One unique aspect of human beings is that we can express our humanity whenever we decide to. But it seems that these attributes have taken on a new twist from a higher source. Our Commander-in-Chief has discovered that humaneness can be spread expeditiously via daily and nightly tweets. A tweet reader understands the inner core of the Tweeter-in-Chief, who alerts us to where harm is. It’s now the four new congressional Democrat ladies, who obviously “hate” America. Yes, all migrant officeholders should move back to from whence they came, but not the first lady from Slovenia, who was selected to serve in her difficult role, following behind him in his footsteps to fleeting greatness.

Fifty years ago, there wasn’t all that much hate in America. Although there was considerable skepticism about the success of a moon shot, but we did it. And in a sense, it was a “humane” undertaking, proving that man could perform wondrous and marvelous things to enhance his humanity. When the astronauts were plucked from the water, we all were lifted higher, too.

What is the state of our humanity now, other than uncertainty? There is a dire need to clean the plastic from the ocean floors, a need to delay the polar icecaps from flooding the earth, and a need to feed the hungry. If you think walking on the moon required too many resources, what will walking on a purer earth require? Pay the price, or not.

Every four years, we elect a new, or a same-old Commander-in-Chief. Sitting Bull was once a commander, but he didn’t have the resources to get re-elected. So, each of our citizens can make a difference. As we know, our democratic process now requires money to perpetuate itself. Dig deep and send money to your candidate of choice. Patriotism takes more than standing up to salute the flag, and it’s more than buying or selling your favorite politicians.

It’s been estimated the moonshot cost $150 billion in today’s dollars. It will take more than that to sweep the earth clean and humanize the cages at our southern border. It’s been said that how a society cares for its children determines the extent of its humanity. Surely there is enough common sense and resources in the USA to reunite children in stench-filled cages with their parents inside barbed-wire walls. Someday, Americans, embedded with moral and ethical values, will pay for this, one way or another.

Is the spirit of America on hold? And can a bitterly diverse nation ever reunite? We must believe that, at its base, our true spirit is alive and will rise again.

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