Something has been bothering me since "they" (the big brained, all knowing honchos) decided that Pluto isn't a planet. (BTW, Pluto will ALWAYS be a planet to me, cracker's!) Here these very smart, very well educated people are looking into outer space. Trying to decide if a hunk of rock is, or isn't a planet. When we here on planet Earth are burning to death. Can't you people be doing something constructive? Like I don't know...Fix GLOBAL WARMING? There has to be a way, dab-nabit. But no. They want to sit around looking into the sky to determine something that, honestly, doesn't really even matter. Or better yet, take all the ding-dong's, hamburger's, and french fries from us hoggishy (I know, not a word) American's, and send-it to starving countries. Fix world hunger. Why, oh why do we have to worry, and ponder something so small as to what it is, or isn't a planet? People! WAKE-UP! We are on a one-way street to disaster here on a place called planet Earth.


SIDE NOTE: I really do look-up to these guy's. Honestly. They have a really awesome job. However, I couldn't careless if Pluto, Mars, Jupitar, or whatever other planet is, or isn't a planet. I'm worried about MY planet. 'nuff said.