Ike was so anti-Nazi, he kept Werner von Braun—the developer of the V-2 rocket—on ice for five years at Fort Bliss, Texas, allowing the Russkies to launch the Sputnik satellite and orbit Yuri Gagarin before we could do it ourselves. The shock was so great to our national pride, Ike finally relented.
Then came JFK, who set the challenge to America to put a man on the moon within ten years. As a kid, I remember this age of early space exploration as a time of great excitement and imagination.
Now conspiracy theorists are saying that Stanley Kubrick was hired by the government to fake the moon landing and win through propaganda what American know-how couldn’t achieve for real. Gee, I hope it isn’t true. I invested a lot of psychic energy in the space race. I remember watching John Glenn being shot into orbit. I have a “First Lunar Landing” paperweight on my desk. I even met a couple astronauts and had supper with Buzz Aldrin.
I am so jaded, I wouldn’t put it past the government. Yet I’d hate to think this is as real as it gets.
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