GO, ROSETTA, GO

Named after the miraculous stone that allowed archeologists to decipher the hieroglyphics of ancient Egypt, Rosetta is a space probe, launched in 2004. Its mission is to make contact with a comet sometime this November. Yes, a comet, with the unwieldy name of 67P/Churyumov–Gerasimenko.

Rosetta isn’t just a fly-by, but an attempted landing.

Think about the logistics.

It’s also the first probe powered solely by solar cells. In order to conserve energy, it went into Deep Sleep mode for 957 days, and it just got the electronic kiss to wake up. Not surprisingly, Mission Control was ecstatic that the probe is still functional and on course.

Maybe the one percent (like the clueless Thomas Perkins I blogged about earlier this week) who don’t know what to do will all their ill-gotten billions should stop whining about how much people hate their selfish greedy hubris me-me-me attitude and consider donating some of their fortunes to NASA, which is in desperate need of funding.

That way, they can be doing good for the universe instead of sitting in their vaults mansions, counting all their chump change money.

PETE SEEGER RIP

In contrast to the soulless moneybags I wrote about yesterday, today is a time to celebrate and mourn a true American hero: Pete Seeger, who died of natural causes at the age of 94.

Pete believed in the common man, the goodness of humanity, and did everything in his considerable yet humble power to improve the world.

“My job,” he once said, “is to show folks there’s a lot of good music in this world, and if used right it may help to save the planet.”

Take the time, if you can, to read some of the online obits. This is part of what was posted at the New York Times site: “As a member of the Weavers, he sang hits including Lead Belly’s “Goodnight, Irene” — which reached No. 1 — and “If I Had a Hammer,” which he wrote with the group’s Lee Hays. Another of Mr. Seeger’s songs, “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?,” became an antiwar standard. And in 1965, the Byrds had a No. 1 hit with a folk-rock version of “Turn! Turn! Turn!,” Mr. Seeger’s setting of a passage from the Book of Ecclesiastes. 

“Mr. Seeger was a mentor to younger folk and topical singers in the ‘50s and ‘60s, among them Bob Dylan, Don McLean and Bernice Johnson Reagon, who founded Sweet Honey in the Rock. Decades later, Bruce Springsteen drew the songs on his 2006 album, We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions, from Mr. Seeger’s repertoire of traditional music about a turbulent American experience, and in 2009 he performed Woody Guthrie’s “This Land Is Your Land” with Mr. Seeger at the Obama inaugural. At a Madison Square Garden concert celebrating Mr. Seeger’s 90th birthday, Mr. Springsteen introduced him as “a living archive of America’s music and conscience, a testament of the power of song and culture to nudge history along.”

Then read this to see what real character and guts are like (hear that, Thomas Perkins?): http://www.mediaite.com/online/heres-the-amazing-transcript-of-pete-seeger-pissing-off-the-house-un-american-activities-committee/.

And take a moment to listen to one of his songs. This should help: http://www.salon.com/2014/01/28/remembering_pete_seeger/

He is irreplaceable.

KRISTALLNACHT OF THE SOUL

In a mind-boggling display of entitlement-drenched cluelessness, a venture capitalist named Thomas Perkins saw fit to pen a letter to the editors at the Wall Street Journal, entitled “Progressive Kristallnacht Coming?”

In further proof—as if you needed it—that sacks’o cash do not necessarily buy class, brains, compassion, or understanding, Thomas had the audacity to complain about how awful it is to be referred to as the “one percent,” and to (gasp!) have to pay taxes on his gold bars. Why, it’s just as awful as being a Jew in Germany, about to be exterminated! 

“I would call attention to the parallels of fascist Nazi Germany to its war on its ‘one percent,’ namely its Jews, to the progressive war on the American one percent, namely the ‘rich,'” wrote Mr. Greedy Guts. “From the Occupy movement to the demonization of the rich embedded in virtually every word of our local newspaper, the San Francisco Chronicle, I perceive a rising tide of hatred of the successful one percent. There is outraged public reaction to the Google buses carrying technology workers from the city to the peninsula high-tech companies which employ them. We have outrage over the rising real-estate prices which these ‘techno geeks’ can pay….This is a very dangerous drift in our American thinking. Kristallnacht was unthinkable in 1930; is its descendent ‘progressive’ radicalism unthinkable now?”

Wow! Some middle fingers have been wagged at the smarmy mugs of spoiled, overpaid techno-brats on their free busses to work—just like hard labor at Bergen-Belsen!

Wow! Some spoiled, overpaid techno-brats have pushed the middle class out of the neighborhoods they’ve lived in all their lives—just like being herded into the Warsaw Ghetto to die of starvation!

Wow! Some spoiled, overpaid venture capitalist looks out at all those horrible poor people standing in line for a free meal because greedy pigs like him have closed their factories—just like having your business smashed to smithereens and being told you’re vermin before being shot by the Gestapo!

Thomas Perkins, please, go off in one of your private jets to one of your mega-mansions and lick your horrible, painful, life-changing, soul-sucking wounds in private. While you’re moaning about the savage public reaction to your disgusting paean of selfishness and greed, perhaps you might consider a more suitable means of disposing of your fortune.

To, perhaps, the survivors of the Holocaust.