Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for October 30, 2020

For awhile I thought Oliver was channeling Carl Sagan but he never got to the “Billyuns and Billyun of Stahs”…..

From ‘Cape Hatteras’By Hart Crane

Breathe deep, mine eyes, the frosty saga of eternal sunsFrom unseen depths and dreams undreamt,I sing the gleaming cantos of unvanquished spaceBy thought I embrace the universalWith wings of mind I sail the infinitudeGlory! ‘tis the stars which beckon man’s spirit and set our souls adrift!

I am not going to ask how Oliver W. J. got himself up there. I am not. I am not going to ask if that rope around his middle hurts or impairs his breathing. I am not.

What I am gonna do is wonder how dern strong he is to hoist that there “anti-Soviet satellite nuclear ‘death beam’ laser,” a.k.a. pop-gun penguin, up with him?

Pop!

I wonder whether this was a commentary on Reagan’s Star Wars Program aka the Strategic Defense Initiative, i.e. a sad farewell to the more idealistic reasons to venture into space…

How woefully pathetic.

Part of it is from a poem called Cape Hatteras by Heart Crane.

interesting that his helmet is from “HONDA” .. who make cars and Asimo the robot