Where No Man Has Golfed Before...

Ok, so I just read this pile of retarded shit:

If a Canadian golf-equipment company gets its way, a Russian cosmonaut will crush the longest-drive record later this year — by three billion kilometres or so.
Plans are in the works to have the cosmonaut blast a special golf ball into space from the International Space Station with a 6-iron made by Element 21 Golf Co.

Nothing quite shows how ridiculous we've become as an upright-walking species quite like flying to the moon to hit a basket of golf balls.

What the hell is goin' on in space exploration anyhow? Isn't there enuff foreign space junk floating around without adding in a few golf-balls just so some golf-equipment company can market themselves with a cute pun like "our balls fly out of this world"?

Look, if we've really got nothing better to do in space than spend billions to send Yuri Five-Iron to the moon for a little pitch-n-putt, how about we scrap the whole idea and - oh, I don't know - feed, clothe and home the few million homeless down here on Earth?

Ah, but then, what would the clever advertising agency come up with when they are paid thousands for the golf-equipment company?

Life is such a conundrum...