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One year ago today, my show producer Dave “ThirdWaveDave” Logan reminded us about the pinnacle of American imagination, creativity and success.

We can get back to this zenith if we pull together to save our country from Obama and the rest of the communist parasites who are working mightily to destroy us.  We just have to work harder and smarter.  Here’s proof we can do it.  From the pages of Thirdwavedave.blogspot.com



Doesn’t quite seem possible, but it’s been 42 years since man first walked on the moon. A technological feat so awesome that I doubt it will ever be surpassed. It’s one of those few “Where were you?” moments that happens in life.

Each year I try to honor the day. It’s usually a proud and happy day but this year it feels different: It’s a sad day since it marks the highest point in American manned space flight, and tomorrow the American manned space flight program comes to an end when Atlantis rolls to a stop on a Florida runway. Technically, NASA will still have a manned program, just no vehicle to carry American astronauts into space. If that’s our goal, we’ll be paying the Russians for a seat on one of their rockets. Like I said, it’s a sad day.

The journey to have Americans walk on the moon didn’t begin on July 20th, 1969, when Armstrong opened the Eagle’s hatch; it began with John Kennedy setting a goal for America back in the early 1960s. JFK didn’t live to see the day nor did his brother Robert. Brother Ted was otherwise preoccupied, securing a good legal defense team.

On the morning of July 16th, 1969, Apollo 11 sat atop the towering Atlas V rocket on launch pad 39-A. The Florida weather was in a cooperative mood. The goal of the mission was simply stated: send a man to the moon and return him safely. Buzz Aldrin recalls the moments just before being strapped in for launch:

“While Mike and Neil were going through the complicated business of being strapped in and connected to the spacecraft’s life-support system, I waited near the elevator on the floor below. I waited alone for fifteen minutes in a sort of serene limbo. As far as I could see there were people and cars lining the beaches and highways. The surf was just beginning to rise out of an azure-blue ocean. I could see the massiveness of the Saturn V rocket below and the magnificent precision of Apollo above. I savored the wait and marked the minutes in my mind as something I would always want to remember.”

Yes, we will always want to remember. God Bless America.