Matt Walsh

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But yesterday we talked about a story that to me, narcissistically, seemed as though it had been written to antagonize and annoy me personally.

Here's another one of those.

This is from a woman named Zoe in The Guardian.

There's basically no chance.

And then there's a picture of her too.

She's got like short hair.

I don't even need to see the article.

A woman named Zoe with short hair writing in The Guardian.

There's zero chance that I am going to agree with anything she says, no matter what the subject is.

And certainly not on this.

So she says, let's stop going into space.

There's nothing to see and no one to talk to.

It's absolutely self-evident to me that space exploration is pointless.

And the more urgent the crises besetting the planet we live on, the more pointless it becomes.

I can see why people got excited about it in the 1960s, back when the world was young and we still thought there, back when the world was young, in the 1960s?

When do you think the world came into being, Zoe?

Anyway, the world was created in 1900, according to Zoe.

Most serious opinion, however, has now settled on the where is everybody paradox, first framed by the physicist Enrico Fermi in 1950.

If there is intelligent life anywhere, why has it not sought to make contact?