I read somewhere that if took all the bacon that Americans eat and laid it end-to-end, it would stretch to the moon and back seven times.
Which kinda pissed me off, because with the space program in such shambles, we could just climb that stack of bacon to the moon.
Instead, we eat it.
Oh, sure, it’s delicious, but if given the choice, I think people would give up their bacon so we could get to the moon.
Or, at least, give up some of it.
A seventh. Or two sevenths, so we’ve got a stack to climb down with.