Ray Bradbury, the venerable sci-fi titan, and king of all coots turned 90 this week. The guy who started his career with a zine called Futuria Fantasia at age 18 has been enjoying a long overdue renaissance and his birthday is being be marked in Los Angeles with a all kinds of celebrations and tributes. Besides his books, and the fact that he is a crusader for libraries from his wheelchair, the thing I love about this guy is that – like old coots everywhere – he speaks passionately and ridiculously on a variety of wacky subjects, railing against big government and technology. He is really pissed off at President Obama right now. Not for the economy or the wars. It’s his space policy he takes umbrage with. He angrily laments the abandonment of future Moon missions with typical verbosity and outrage:
“He should be announcing that we should go back to the moon. We should never have left there. We should go to the moon and prepare a base to fire a rocket off to Mars and then go to Mars and colonize Mars. Then when we do that, we will live forever.”