Kiss My Full Moon

Watching CNN the other day, I saw a piece on the Lunar Embassy.  What is the Lunar Embassy?  Well, some schmuck that calls himself the Head Cheese needed money and figured he could sell real estate.  Driving down the road, Mr. Cheese asked himself, “Where is a bunch of real estate I could sell?”  He looked out the window and there was his answer.  The Moon.

The freaking Moon!

According to the story, this guy has made over 7 million dollars selling plots of land on the Moon.  He’s making millions selling crap he doesn’t even own.  And the flip side of this coin is people are buying what he’s selling.  This business had also spawned copycats doing the same thing.

This pisses me off on many levels.  How can someone sell something they don’t own?  How can people, including past presidents, buy it?  The whole thing seems idiotic.

The icing on top of this crap-cake is the Head Cheese has, according to his website “been named co-chairman of the Republican Congressional Business Advisory Council. He has also been given the National Republican Leadership Award and most recently he has been issued the highest honor the National Republican Congressional Committee has, the prestigious Republican Gold Medal.”

Another reason it pisses me off is while growing up, I wanted to be an astronaut.  I still have a love for all things NASA and outer space.  Some a-hole selling plots of land on the Moon somehow cheapens the Moon and treats something that I have dreamed about and held in esteem as a thing of naught.  I am failing to explain it, but it pisses me off.