53 years ago yesterday, Neil Armstrong set foot on the Moon. "One small step for man, one giant step for mankind." I remember the day. Morning in Milwaukee at the Campus Rectory, my dad was a UWM chaplain, and my parents called me in, "Look at this, son!" And I did, a flickering black and white image of a man on the Moon, history in the making. Quite a thing.
Of course Neil Armstrong wouldn't be able to say "man" and "mankind" today because patriarchal oppression. By the same token, we haven't really been back to the Moon and no wonder, we've devolved to such an extent that we're unable to define "man" and "woman." Is that a first? Perhaps.
Speaking of which, world leaders are Bastille Day laughing at us. Wonder why. At some point, maybe soon, narrative will flounder on the rocky shore of reality.
Watch my tracer,
LSP
