The Moon Congress Project

Satirical genius Iowahawk remembers the better days of the space program... and some other stuff:

Unmanned probes and orbiting space labs are fine, I guess, but where is the glamor? Where are the crewcut astronaut he-men with names like 'Deke' and 'Buzz' and 'Gus,' driving around Houston in matching big block Corvettes and Ray-Bans? Nowhere, that's where. They've all been outsourced by space computers and floaty-haired National Junior High Science Teacher of the Year nerds. You tell me -- do we really want dorks like these as Earth's first line of defense against invading intergalactic aliens?