Pose your chihuahua near a pile of **** dumped by a malamute and exclaim: “Look how much my chihuahua ****!” Of what interest have I in offing those 2 billion souls inhabiting the moon? Odd Ted Kennedy made it to his damp hole in Arlington face-down to appease the cybernetic Grays who (from the moon) collect, monitor, place & correct maturing souls. One may hustle freely bad advice & bustle. One needn't dread the locks when bagels are scarce. Some of us fear delinquent fish (fish playing hooky). Look at Eleanor Roosevelt's luscious *** and see how it remains fragrantly (& flagrantly) aloof to the moon's terse vagaries.