Jeff Broadwick

The allegations are incredibly disturbing and unacceptable against Rep. Swalwell. We are immediately suspending our support. Our elected board will be meeting as soon as possible to follow our union’s democratic process to determine next steps.

Best Rubio Meme Ever

Imagine the math required to make this guess and aim 4 people at a point in space

Yesterday was not a good day for flat Earthers.

🚨 This is exactly how the 4 moonbound astronauts will travel 400,000 km from Earth. Strap yourself to 4.1 million kilograms of controlled explosion and ride it to the edge of everything humans have ever known. The Artemis II trajectory reveals something most miss about deep space travel: you don’t pilot to the moon. You become cargo on a ballistic arc calculated with mathematical precision that would make ancient astronomers weep. Launch from Cape Canaveral begins with two solid rocket boosters generating 3.6 million pounds of thrust each. These aren’t engines you can throttle or shut off. Once lit, they burn until empty. You’re riding pure chemical violence upward at accelerations that compress your organs and blur your vision. Each booster burns through 1.1 million pounds of propellant in 120 seconds, generating more power than the entire electrical grid of most countries. When the boosters separate two minutes in, you’re already traveling 3,000 miles per hour. The core stage takes over, burning liquid hydrogen and oxygen through four RS-25 engines. These are the same engines that powered the Space Shuttle, but upgraded for deep space. Each engine operates at temperatures that would vaporize most metals, channeling combustion through nozzles engineered to nanometer tolerances. Six minutes after launch, the core stage drops away. You’re in low Earth orbit, but barely. The trajectory puts you in an elliptical path that skims the upper atmosphere. Solar arrays deploy like mechanical wings. Life support systems activate. Four humans now depend entirely on machines to survive in an environment that kills unprotected life in seconds. The next 90 minutes are psychological preparation for what comes next. You’re still close enough to Earth that if something fails catastrophically, you might survive reentry. After translunar injection, that safety net disappears completely. The Interim Cryogenic Propulsion System fires once. A single engine burn lasting minutes accelerates you to escape velocity: 25,000 miles per hour. You are now traveling faster than any human has traveled since 1972. The burn must be perfect. Too little thrust and you fall back to Earth. Too much and you overshoot the moon entirely, drifting into solar orbit with no possibility of rescue. What follows is four days of coasting through interplanetary space on a trajectory so precisely calculated that it accounts for the gravitational influence of the sun, Earth, moon, and even Jupiter. You’re riding a path through space and time that exists only because teams of mathematicians spent years modeling celestial mechanics down to the microsecond. The spacecraft carries no radar, no GPS, no external reference points. Navigation depends on star trackers that identify constellations and calculate position by comparing stellar angles to digital star maps. You navigate the same way Polynesian sailors did, except your ocean is vacuum and your destination moves 2,000 miles per hour relative to Earth. Seventy hours into the mission, you cross the point where lunar gravity becomes stronger than Earth’s pull. The mathematics of your trajectory flip. You’re no longer escaping Earth. You’re falling toward the moon. But you don’t land. The trajectory aims for the moon’s far side, using lunar gravity like a cosmic slingshot. As you swing around, the moon’s mass redirects your momentum back toward Earth. Ancient orbital mechanics discovered by Johannes Kepler 400 years ago bend spacetime to fling you home. The far side transit is when psychological isolation peaks. You pass behind the moon, losing radio contact with Earth for the first time since launch. The only humans in the solar system disappear behind 2,000 miles of lunar rock. Mission Control goes silent. You are alone with the machinery in ways no human has experienced since Apollo 17. During lunar approach, you fly closer to the moon’s surface than the International Space Station orbits Earth. Craters and mountains pass beneath at lunar dawn, shadows stretching across terrain untouched by atmosphere or weather for billions of years. You see geology older than complex life on Earth. The return trajectory begins automatically. Lunar gravity has already bent your path homeward. You’re riding Newton’s laws back across 400,000 kilometers of emptiness at speeds that compress the return journey into four days. Reentry begins 400,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean. The heat shield faces temperatures of 5,000 degrees Fahrenheit—hot enough to melt copper, approaching the surface temperature of the sun. Atmospheric friction converts 25,000 miles per hour into thermal energy that would vaporize the spacecraft without the carbon composite barrier between you and physics. Parachute deployment requires split-second timing. Deploy too early and the chutes shred in the hypersonic airflow. Deploy too late and you impact the ocean at terminal velocity. Main chutes slow you from 300 miles per hour to 20 miles per hour in seconds. The deceleration forces compress your spine and test the limits of human physiology. Pacific splashdown ends a ten-day journey covering 1.4 million miles. You return as the first humans to travel beyond Earth orbit in over fifty years, carrying radiation exposure from cosmic rays that passed through your body, and psychological changes from seeing Earth as a pale blue dot suspended in infinite dark. The entire mission depends on technologies working perfectly in an environment that destroys electronics, boils lubricants, and subjects every component to temperature swings of 500 degrees. One software glitch, one seal failure, one navigation error means four humans drift through space until life support expires. Engineering manages these risks through redundancy, testing, and margins of safety built into every system. But at 400,000 kilometers from Earth, margin for error approaches zero. Success requires mechanical perfection operating in conditions no Earth laboratory can fully simulate. We call it exploration, but what Artemis II really tests is whether human consciousness can psychologically handle complete separation from everything that created it while trusting life entirely to machines operating at the edge of physical possibility. The trajectory looks like a simple loop on paper. In reality, it’s controlled falling through spacetime using mathematics as your only safety net.

Opening of The Times Chuck Norris obit. Something like 10 - 15 years ago, when Twitter still mostly ran on a social graph of sorts, this place was filled with so many Chuck Norris jokes that were a derivative of this scenario.

Anne Applebaum nails it:

Dr. Oz reacts to Nick Shirley’s expośe on Medicaid fraud: “Los Angeles has ONE THIRD of all hospice centers in the ENTIRE COUNTRY. Is everyone dying in LA?”

Utter insanity. None of these prior winners would qualify: The Godfather (I & II) No Country for Old Men The Departed Chicago A Beautiful Mind Gladiator Braveheart Titanic Forrest Gump Schindler’s List Unforgiven Amadeus Patton The Sound of Music My Fair Lady Casablanca Ben-Hur Gone with the Wind