Get Out of Our Way

http://journalstar.com/news/world/as-orbit-becomes-more-crowded-risk-from-space-debris-grows/article_829aa380-72ea-57e0-9017-29d821a043e2.html

BERLIN (AP) — Decades’ worth of man-made junk is cluttering up Earth’s orbit, posing a threat to spaceflight and the satellites we rely on for weather reports, air travel and global communications.

More than 750,000 fragments larger than a centimeter are already thought to orbit Earth, and each one could badly damage or even destroy a satellite.

Last year, a tiny piece of debris punched a gaping hole in the solar panel of Copernicus Sentinel-1A, an observation satellite operated by the European Space Agency, or ESA. A solar array brought back from the Hubble Telescope in 1993 showed hundreds of tiny holes caused by dust-sized debris.

Let’s take a closer look at that last paragraph. “A tiny piece of debris punched a gaping hole…” Well, which is it? A “tiny” projectile makes a tiny hole, right? Unless the genius who wrote this is announcing the discovery of hollow point debris. “A solar array…showed hundreds of tiny holes…” Yeah, about that: there’s all sorts of stuff flying around that existed long before us hairless monkeys even thought about space travel. And the writer makes no attempt to prove that these holes were caused by man-made objects. Sigh, you gotta love J-school graduates: always ready to share their ignorance with others.

There’s a fix for this. Establish a settlement on Luna, preferably last week. Those folks are gonna need refined metals and hardened circuitry. Overcoming the Moon’s gravity and traveling the nearly 240,000 to Earth orbit is still going to be a lot cheaper than having to lift stuff of Earth’s surface, even with the economies afforded by SpaceX’s reusable rockets.

One Response to “Get Out of Our Way”

  1. Jeffersonian says:

    It’s all, somehow, the fault of white male heterosexual Christian Boy Scouts with their eee-vill space-BB guns. Which must be banned immediately before satellites fall out of the sky and obliterate the J-school graduates’ favorite Starbucks.