Opinion: Blimps are the Apotheosis of Transportation
Imagine yourself sitting at Montgomery Blair High School, enjoying a frigid breeze on a trash strewn football field, sitting with a nice cup of school slop to enjoy. You gaze out into the sky and wonder what tomorrow might bring, will it be another snow day, or perhaps a bomb threat, life is, after all, never certain. But as you stare into the abyss, a great mass obscures the sun, and shadow covers you and your puny school. As you look up, you cower with awe at the glorious item that has risen above you, and as you stare, the truth jumps into your mind and fills you with a sense of inspiration as you exclaim to the world, “The age of the train is at end, The Age of the Blimp has begun!”
For the item that has appeared in the sky truly does bring the dawning of a new golden age, it floats, effortlessly, on the air as it makes its way from place to place. As versatile as a helicopter with the capacity of an airplane, the great dirigible is like nothing before it. It needs no bridges, no roads, no track, no runway, rather it charts its own path through the skies with nothing in its way. For the scum of the sky stay clear of the majesty and beauty that is brought by the great zeppelin as it dominates the air.
From New York to Singapore, from Paris to Cape Town, from Beijing to Buenos Aires, the mighty leviathans of the air will change transportation forever. Instead of 300 people, each one will carry 3,000 people, cruising through the celestial void to its destination with the comforts of home for the weary traveler. The skies of the cities are quieted from the roar of the train and the screech of the car, for the silent glide of the blimp as it slices through the air is imperceptible. The air of soot and smoke, of smog and ash, is cleared as polluting hunks of steel make way for the clean and green dirigibles of the future.
Instead of the motorized yellow gulag that the current student takes the school, or the proposed purple monstrosity that will run next to our homes, they shall instead board a small piece of the future and let it carry them, traffic free to the school. They shall look down upon the world and up at their fellow travelers and relax, for all is good in the world. Then they shall descend in glory down on the very field that you now sit at.
And you, feeling small in your tiny world as you imagine the possibilities ahead, weep with tears of inadequacy. Even you, in your tiny cynical and minutia filled head, can see the future before you. The possibilities are endless, someday perhaps not even earthbound fuels will be needed to run these great skyships of change, but the power of the sun may be harnessed to power humanity into the future. Perhaps even the grounded, critical, and deceitful minds of the average heat pump will be set free and will float away into the heavens. For anything will be possible, after all, when The Age of the Blimp has begun!
