Hey, noble conspiracy theorists, how could you be so wrong?
All this time you’ve been excitedly and knowingly pointing to the Masons or the Illuminati or the Bilderbergers (and maybe the Bilderbergers with Cheese) as being secretly in charge of NASA, a sign they have infiltrated the U.S government in their quest for World Domination™. I hate to be the one to break this to you, but you’ve been duped.
I am here to tell you the real force that’s in ultimate control of NASA, the U.S. government, the Earth, the universe, even child-proof caps that adults can’t open, is the Hanna-Barbera cartoon studio.
How could your skilful deductive logic, assisted by tinfoil hats, miss the signs? They’re oh-so-obvious.
Look at the beginning of Hanna-Barbera in 1957. Oh, sure, Ruff and Reddy seem like an innocent televised diversion for children, wrapped around such old Columbia studio animated gems as ‘Kongo-Roo’. But in their very first storyline was hidden the very first clue of the real force behind NASA, masquerading as an under-funded, neophyte animation operation. Forget the fact NASA hadn’t started yet, facts get in the way of a good conspiracy. Were Ruff and Reddy involved in typical cartoon adventures, like frolicking in woodsy-set fairy tales or dropping anvils on stupid humans that can’t pronounce the letter ‘r’? No! They journeyed to the planet Muni-Mula—a sure clue that this seemingly-unassuming cartoon studio had designs on outer space and, ultimately, World Domination™.
Oh, I know what you’re saying. That’s only one cartoon. Lots of people made cartoons about outer space; Chuck Jones, for instance. It proves nothing, you insist. Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. For within the bowels of 1416 North La Brea Avenue were hidden the seeds from which grew the irrefutable proof that Bill Hanna and Joe Barbera went bent not on entertaining—and maybe getting free boxes of Kellogg’s OKs in the bargain—but nothing less than iron-fisted manipulation of something far greater.
For there was not just one cartoon about beings from another planet. There were others—dare I say, a galaxy of them?—perhaps forgotten by the conspiracy community in their dogged search for The Real Truth. The gentle Huckleberry Hound was menaced by a robotic extraterrestrial in ‘Cop and Saucer.’ Pic-a-nic lover Yogi Bear battled alien evil-doers in ‘Space Bear.’ And then there were The Flintstones. Who could forget the eerie horror of Fred being identically duplicated in ‘Ten Little Flintstones’? And need I remind you about The Great Gazoo? Why would a green little creature from Ziltox be illogically deposited in a cartoon about the Stone Age unless it was a surreptitious signal of a design on Ultimate Control of Space?
Want more proof? Look at the mid-1960s action/adventure shows. The Herculoids was set on a desolate planet, perhaps emblematic of the next world on the list that Hanna-Barbera, through its iron grip on NASA, wished to conquer, having clandestinely wrested control of the Earth. And when children of 1966 looked for Saturday morning entertainment, did the World Overloads at Hanna-Barbera give them a benign, Casper-like spirit befriending little animals that sounded like Sid Raymond? No! Instead, significantly, they got a Space Ghost.
And let conspiracy debunkers attempt to explain the most obvious clue of the studio’s obsession with controlling outer space—it built a whole alternate world in the stratosphere called The Jetsons. Why, if you add up the numbers of palm trees and the numerals in this background drawing of Las Venus, there’s no telling what it really reveals.
But the biggest clue showing Hanna-Barbera’s rule of NASA can be found by going back to this very date in 1968 and reading the following dispatch from the Associated Press.
From Apollo’s Schirra
‘Yabba-Dabba-Doo!’ Heard When Big Engine Blasted
SPACE CENTER, HOUSTON, Oct. 18 (AP) — With a jolting burst of energy, the Apollo 7 astronauts fired their steering engine today in the most powerful maneuver ever made by a manned spaceship.
“Yabba-dabba-doo!” shouted Navy Capt. Walter M. Schirra Jr. as the huge engine flashed to life and spurted a steady tail of flame for 66 seconds as Apollo 7 raced 120 miles above the Gulf of Mexico.
Why would Wally Schirra say those exact words if it wasn’t a sign of something greater—a sign that Bill Hanna and Joe Barbera now stealthily and tightly gripped the reins of NASA and were planning their biggest animated show yet: man landing on the moon. For cleverly and furtively concealed within that code-word, “Yabba-Dabba-Doo” is the undisputable and irrefutable truth, an astonishing hoax even hardened conspiracy theorists haven’t dared to reveal—what the world thought told was the conquest of the lunar surface was nothing more than a Hanna-Barbera cartoon.
Far-fetched you say? They once laughed at manned flight, motor cars and chewable vitamins, too.
Then, again, people who believe in outer space and world domination conspiracies could be nothing more than Space Kidettes.