This Means War

First, a little background.  For Christmas a few years ago, my older brother Jeff gave me an acre of land on the Moon.  It was an awesome present – especially since my plans to one day establish a lunar base aren’t exactly a secret – and I have a deed from Lunar Holdings Unlimited to prove ownership of my little piece of heaven.  The heavens.  Whatever.

Now we flash forward to present day, when NASA’s decided to bomb the Moon – my rightful property – in search of water. And they’re not throwing any run of the mill firecracker at it, either.  These nerds are ramming a spaceship into it at seven times the speed of sound, hoping to kick up a plume of my precious moondust high enough for a second craft to analyze.  While I admit this puts me in something of a quandry – I hate the idea of harming my lunar real estate but love the idea of ramming a spaceship into just about anything – I have no choice but to accept NASA’s actions as anything less than an act of galactic war.

Well bring it on, NASA.  Because when it comes to the Moon, I advise you to land elsewhere.