Barack Obama poses next to an ancient artifact of the America he intends to dismantle.

We'll like land on an asteroid, see…and study the gravitational fields…and, um, lower the earth's oceans…and find unicorns there that will teach us alternative fuels…yeah…and I'll pilot the ship myself…

It's kind of like the Midas touch except that everything he touches turns to s@#t.

"Lost in Space"

I hereby open up the asteroid belt
to off-shore oil drilling.

Moments before a full economic collapse,
Barack readies his escape pod.

"klunk – klunk"
Can I come out now, Mr. President?

BO:
Quiet, Joe!

Hitler's rocket program revisited

Bye Bye NASA employees,,, yes, go on now, leave…. Hey Biden, are they gone now? Good, So how much funding from this program can we funnel over to my welfare programs?