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I believe what it comes down to is that it isn’t possible to visualize the Solar System, much less all that other stuff farther out.

Our (“puny hu-man”) brains’ visualizing power is, um, powerful and marvelous and impressive as all get-out at what working with our eyeballs’ sensory deliveries, and that simply does not include galactic distances and related relative object sizes.

But I do like the grocery-based science fair description. And broccoli never hurt anybody but George W. Bush, bless its heart.

Uncle Al: it was Daddy Bush that wouldn’t eat broccoli. Which does not appear to have damaged the market – broccoli acreage increased 22% from 1987 to 1992. (It was up another 20% by 2022.)

Intriguingly, while there are thousands of broccoli farms, 60 or so account for over half the acreage.

Will eat that, but I believe something far more nefarious is going on that doesn’t involve ten million pennies acres and acres of farmland.

“Spacious skies and rolling waves of broccoli” aren’t immortalized in song for a reason. Possibly owing to the difficulty in finding a harmonious rhyme for broccoli, agreed, but you hear about broccoli farms, and intellectually know they must exist.
But have you ever SEEN one, eh?

Remember “Poppy” Bush was the senior spook before he became prez, with access to knowledge most secret. Maybe he knew something about broccoli the rest of us aren’t privy too and that put him right off broccoli.

Let me be clearer, I’m not saying broccoli IS delivered by aliens, but…

I mean, admit it.

First think of a generic plant. It has leaves, right?

Now think plant totally mutated by atomic bomb radiation.

What image pops into your mind?

Something that looks an awful lot like broccoli, right?

@Some Vegetable:

Now think plant totally mutated by atomic bomb radiation.

What image pops into your mind?

Maxine Waters. She is a mutant eggplant with a small transfection of DNA from a hyena with a genetic predisposition to hemorrhoids.

I love broccoli, but I’m willing to forgive George H.W. Bush, because I can’t stand green peas—unless they are made into Southern style pea salad. And there’s a cold pea salad made with sliced water chestnuts—I like that, but I never make it. Both are staples of the Sunday church dinner.

Deborah – what!?
I fondly remember shucking peas, and eating probably a 10th of the ones I was supposed to shuck.
They have a very distinctive flavor when eaten raw, not at all like when they’re boiled in traditional British Isles fashion from an attractive green to a United States Army certified olive drab mushy mess.

Shucking edamame the other day made me wonder who has that job because I found it as tedious as shucking peas, I presume it’s done mechanically the same way peas and beans are shucked.

It is to wonder….but

Don’t miss Weasel’s missive on genitalia in “today’s edition” of Sweasel.com.

Heh.