02/20/2026
The day the media finally tasted like plastic, we all came to the realization at once. Like synchronized swimmers in a pool of bad takes.
Just as a tailored frog, yes, bespoke waistcoat, tiny monocle, the works went hopping down main Street for his afternoon bite to eat. He tipped his hat to the conspiracy theorists, winked at the fact-checkers, and snapped up a passing drone like it was a mayfliy.
No sense was needed that day. The sky stayed blue, the algorithms kept lying, and the frog paid in Bitcoin he’d mined in a swamp. Everyone clapped. The end was just the beginning.
NASASpaceflight.com
