While you filled the skies

I was idly looking at my bus fare for the day, and I just noticed something. Next time you get your fingers on one of those Susan B Anthony dollar coins, flip to the back and check out the eagle. There is nothing strange about an eagle on an American coin. I mean, if there was a badger or a nice giftbasket stamped on the back, that'd be one thing, but an eagle is only to be expected. After you you finish ogling the eagle, look over to the upper left part of the coin and check out that round spot. Ahh, an eagle against the night sky, with a full m--

Waaaaaait.

The moon doesn't have continents. The moon has craters. Just like those craters beneath the eagle's feet, come to think of it.

HOLY CRAP THAT EAGLE IS ON THE MOON.

WHY IS THERE AN EAGLE ON THE MOON.

This just baffles me. We have a perfectly good national mascot who looks perfectly marvelous soaring above amber waves of grain, and it's not good enough for us. No, we have to take this coin to the next level. We have to send that eagle to the frozen, unforgiving vacuum wasteland of outer space. We have to put that eagle on the moon. This is something you'd expect to come out of Kelso in the circle, not the US treasury. I want the next coin to be a screaming eagle holding a cow in its talons as it angles for re-entry into the atmosphere, just to show the world that nothing, not even a cow, gets to screw around with our moon. Not even if it can jump there. This is AMERICA. And we got this eagle, see.