The African Space Program
by David Sims
MY COMMENT on the Facebook page of the African Space Research Programme (ASRP) prompted a discussion about the relative accomplishments of races and of individuals.
I’ve been blocked from further comments there, so I will reproduce the discussion here. This is legitimate for me to do because the ASRP representative with whom I was speaking took the liberty of posting text from my Facebook works on his page, without first asking my permission.
If he can do it, then so can I. And we’ll see where it goes.
The original post was an ASRP Facebook page cover photo, recently uploaded. I commented as follows (the ASRP responses will be rendered as block quotes):
I like the tempest-in-a-teapot that occasionally comes from “ASRP vs. Ugandan government” dramas. You might remember how the international airport authorities were “denying” permission to Mr. Nsamba to “launch” a “space satellite” from the airport grounds, even though the President himself had given authorization. The ostensible reason for the refusal was an international treaty by which Uganda had promised not to launch anything into space.
It was funny. The whole charade was put on so that it would appear that the ASRP had a space-launch system. In reality, it has no such thing. At best, they would have lofted their decorated rice-cooker, “Cadimella,” on a tether with a helium-filled weather balloon.
Which, by the way, is something school children sometimes do in the USA or in the United Kingdom. White men have used weather balloons to send up kegs of beer to 30 kilometers altitude, either to cool them off in a fancy way or just as a joke.
The African Space Research Programme responded:
so you show us what you have done, then we will know that who talks contains sense or grounds to intimidate our efforts, just show us something as little as a pen that you have ever made
I replied: Very well then. Here and to follow. A girl in 7th grade launches her toy stuffed cat and a video camera into the stratosphere with a helium balloon:
Two White men build a rocket that goes up 73 miles (117.6 kilometers) and reaches a top speed of 3,780 miles per hour (6,083 km/hour):
A White man begins a private spaceflight company that builds a rocket to send cargo to the International Space Station:
Perhaps you were asking what I have done, personally. I’m not a rocket enthusiast. However, I do understand the mathematics of spaceflight to some extent. To follow is some of my own work, published on my Facebook pages or my Livejournal website.
Elliptical Transfer Orbits: https://www.facebook.com/notes/david-sims/elliptical-transfer-orbits/210993276747
Calculation of the geocentric distances of the Earth-Sun Lagrangian points SEL1, SEL2, SEL3:
The ASRP replied:
I will refer to you as Mr. raciest based on the comments you make about other races on your page, i posted a caption which is also a follow from your page mr. raciest. Look, the cadimella was launched by helium, then it could execute rocketry when the balloons burst at higher altitudes, rocket thrust steered by radio for verticle direcion. does your project above for some kid have rocketry mr. raciest? did we invite you to help Uganda or the African Space research with your knowledge mr. raciest? are you the one who funded us? are you African or Ugandan? please kindly explain how this is your business? your bio indicates you worked under u.s airforce, can you please post your achievements to help us understand that you’re reputable? apart from your stories, please kindly list your personal achievements?
I answered: Go right ahead and call me that. I approve. You can’t shame me because I can see the truth.
Determining a preliminary set of Keplerian orbital elements by the method of Gauss with three observations of right ascension and declination at known times:
By the way, the word is spelled “racist.” In the English language, the creation of an adjective, referring to a person, which ends in the letters IST, from a noun that ends with a silent E, requires the dropping of the E before adding the IST.
So there is no such word as “raceist.” It’s correctly spelled “racist.”
The African Space Research Programme wrote back:
see what truth? I told you to list your achievements as a person Mr. Raciest and we will investigate them. Don’t grumble, show us what you have done for humanity, lastly, we are all happy in the colors were created, you think whites are so special because you are some redneck raciest, we believe all colors all persons are important and for that reason, we will not continues entertaining your idiocy on our page. You bring your racism to Uganda? are you a retard?
Reducing a set of orbital elements and a specified time to a state vector (i.e., a position vector and a velocity vector) in heliocentric ecliptic coordinates: https://www.facebook.com/notes/david-sims/from-a-state-vector-to-the-orbital-elements-and-back-again/213620736747
As you can see, my own contributions are mathematical, rather than material. However, there might be one other difference.
I don’t tell lies about what I have done. I don’t build a model plane out of wood in my mother’s back yard, paint it pretty colors, and then claim that I will soon fly it. Certain other people might have told such fanciful tales, thinking they were going to fool someone into believing them, but I do not do such things.
Nor do I exaggerate the usefulness of what I’ve done. I haven’t claimed for my math anything other than what the math really does. Certain other people, whom you might know, may have produced a little aluminum box with taped-on solar panels, and fabricated the hoax that it would orbit Earth, that it carried “anti-time missiles,” and scan space for asteroids on a collision course. Among other, similar lies.
I’m not someone who gets in a propeller driven go-cart that can travel over level ground at, maybe, 15 miles per hour and have a camera-man play tricks with the viewing angle so that the driver of the go-cart can say he was airborne, when in fact he never was.
Furthermore, I don’t believe a word about your use of rockets with Cadimella. ASRP spokesmen have hoaxed so much about that little metal box that it seems reasonable to think that you aren’t telling the truth now. It might have gone up on a helium balloon, but it came right back down again after the balloon burst. Maybe with a parachute.
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