The Space Rage

As Yogi Berra almost certainly didn’t say, “the future ain’t what it used to be.” Truer words may have never been spoken. Now I am not one for predicting things, especially technological trends, but as time marches on and 2022 draws to a close, we ought to  accept a stark reality of modern life. That this is the supposed birth year of George Jetson. A man who'd put Musk and Bezos on notice for their interstellar aspirations. And he was simply a working stiff. All of which means that we have our work cut out for us over the next forty years.

If you thought TikTokin’ Gen-zers were insufferable, you have no idea what Georgie Boy has in store for you. Just watch as he ages into his platonic form. 

We talk about the present as if it we were living during an unprecedented space age. But it’s not the case. You have to be a billionaire to take a galactic joy ride. We’re not building cities up there. We're not even building them down here. Have you been to Detroit? We’re going around in circles. And Jetson, wherever he is, is more than a few light years from Orbit City. 

I see rockets everywhere, but tell me, where are the sprockets?