But, just when you might think that ol’ Jim is thinking rationally these days, he ends with this bizarre speculation:
"Just thought of something: What holds the paraplegic in their chairs? What keeps them from shooting around the room, stopping their progress with a finger, floating from desk to desk?"
"And gravity isn’t a big issue . . . where?"
So…what you’re saying is, the best way to help cripples is to shoot them into space.
Also, in defense (yes, DEFENSE) of going to outer space, he makes this remarkably ill-thought-out analogy:
"Space is to humans what Beethoven is to dogs."
I’m inclined to agree with this, although it leads me to an entirely different conclusion than it leads James, who needs to lay off the blackberry schnapps.