my official outlook on the whole columbia thing. if you want to, you can call me heartless:
7 people died. yes, it is sad, but it is being blown out of proportion by the media. last week, when [insert number here] people died in a terrorist attack in [insert middle-eastern country here], it got a 30-second mention on the news. these people died in the name of science. the best way i can put it is this: in over 40 years of space exploration, there have been 15 deaths. that is an amazing record. compare that to, i don't know, racecar driving. also, i heard this on tv this morning, and it is definitely a great quote: safety was the number-one priority, but it couldn't be the only priority. in space travel, the only way to be perfectly safe is not to travel at all. these people voluntarily strapped themselves into huge hunks of metal attached to thousands of gallons of rocket fuel, and hurtled into the sky. finally, i was only 6 when the challenger went down. i have no memories of it at all ( i was even more oblivious then than i am now). i do, however, have memories of 9-11. how are the deaths of 7 people supposed to compare to those of 2800? [cue velma] it's sad of course, but a fact remains a fact.
i know, i have no heart. it's sad, but it just has no holding in my life. it was an accident, and therefore doesn't have the same influence to me as if it were a malicious act.