The Fleeting Space Program

While the waters of prestige trickle down the incremented steps of cold stone stoicism reinforced in the latter half of the 20th century, a layer of rust spreads like an affliction of malaise on precious metal. The aftermath of the Second World War trigged a frigid winter shrouded by polar opposite ideological perspectives and with the differences, fueled the engine of progression, nationalism, technology and defense. Unfortunately, as the Wall dissolved into the realm of memories, the currents and rapids of the once vigorous simian of U.S. pride were stanched in the wake of the tempered rivalry. As the former Soviet Republic floundered and gasped for a handhold on capitalism, the headwaters of the waterfall which feed the lessons of WWII down the steps, evaporated into the present and the future. The casualties of this microcosm were simply left to dry out in mudflats of the retreating river bed. Unfortunately, NASA and associated endeavors for voyages into the realm of space remain stuck in the veritable quicksand created by a rapidly dissipating sense of nationality and an increasing dose of selflessness threatening to reverse the successes of the war.

Akin to the conditions of the Russian's Star City, the Space Shuttle program nears its 30th birthday of escaping earth's gravitational pull marked by miserably failing technology. Each launch continues to cost the taxpayer billions of dollars as tiles, o-rings, and astronauts are all forced to employ faith in a vast reach for reliablity and safety.