The Bezos Bimbo Barbie Brigade Goes To The Sky

Across the top of my iPad's News section, I read this headline:

"Gayle King 'Very Disappointed' and 'Very Saddened' by Criticism of Blue Origin Flight.”

"There was nothing frivolous about what we did," the journalist said of the historic, All-Female Space Mission.

If there was ever a WTF moment (let's be real, there are many of them lately), this is one of them. First, let's get something straight: if I walk into the shower, I am actually on a space mission. I mean, I am in a "space," which is just as relevant as this posse of non-scientist celebrity women going up into the sky for 10 seconds.

King goes on in her protest how Bezos was not seeking publicity, this is part of his calculus to improve the world. For example, he is planning on taking garbage to space. Right. While he did manage on this mission to take a lot of plastic off the planet, he brought it right back.

We are a society that can't seem to separate out our recycling, and you think we can manage to get it to the space dump?

This was just a PR stunt. The long-styled hair and sapphire blue body-hugging space suits – the soon-to-be and recently tucked fiancée of bookseller-turned-mogul was wearing her giant rock. This clan of wannabe pussy cats sans José could not be more out of touch. Maybe Gayle could do better on Earth by talking to her Bestie O about unleashing the jerks she made like Dr. Frankenstein – Dr. Oz and Dr. Phil, to name a few. That would be a “giant step for mankind” Gayle.

The very notion that Jeff Bezos is building his penis rockets to fix pollution is hysterical. Amazon is one of the largest global polluters on the planet.

This week Trump, the gold standard in all that is reckless and stupid, ordered an expansion of all timber products including from California's national forests. More boxes screamed Mr. Bezos! More packing! And the Big Orange obliges. I wouldn’t be surprised to see Elon in Klamath with his chainsaw eating spicy Spotted Owl wings. An aside here – Jeff maybe just use the rag that was once the venerable Washington Post before you stripped it of its journalistic independence and voice.

The damage these billionaire’s rockets cause to the environment is real and significant. Yesterday, the Bahamian government banned them from using their airspace because of the risk of falling parts. That's not Bezos's dick—sorry, rocket—that was SpaceX raining down progress.

In the early '90s, I took a trip to northern California – I wanted to see what Ronnie was doing out there. Like Trump, Reagan was also a lumber hog. I remember crossing a mountain range and seeing nothing but tree stumps for miles where indiscriminate clear-cutting had occurred. It was heartbreaking. Unlike the high-flying Barbies, I did not look at the earth for 10 minutes while doing a weightless somersault and try to convince the masses that I was doing "science." I rode my 10-speed. My carbon footprint, I am pretty sure, was nothing.

This hen flight was not science nor was it a "giant leap," Gayle. It wasn't even a step.

The environmental impact of this is not 100% clear, but here is what we do know: rocket launches contribute to various environmental concerns through their emissions and debris. They release pollutants like carbon dioxide, water vapor, nitrogen oxides, and soot into the upper atmosphere, where these substances can act as greenhouse gases, affect cloud formation, and potentially deplete ozone—increasing harmful UV radiation reaching Earth. Launches also create temporary air quality issues near launch sites and release debris that can remain in orbit for years, posing hazards to other spacecraft.

While the overall climate impact of rockets continues to be studied, their high-altitude emissions persist longer in the atmosphere than ground-level pollutants, potentially magnifying their environmental footprint despite their relatively small number compared to other pollution sources.

SCIENCE!

This is a mockery of the women who went to school for years to learn about space travel, physics, and aerospace.

Just another afternoon for the rich women who lunch.

I am so sick of billionaires and their surrogates. I'd like to say we are in the woods here – but these idiots are making sure that those are soon to be gone.

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