Eight years ago,
I
wrote about the state of New Mexico's insane desire to build their very own
cargo cult. Now that the state has actually gone ahead
and built it, it is time to see what the state got for several hundred million
dollars.
Note: I was reminded of the topic after reading an
excellent series of articles by NMPolitics.Net.
Obviously, I am not the only one concerned about New Mexico’s very own
cargo cult.
What is a cargo
cult? During the second world war,
natives on several small islands in the South Pacific were suddenly confronted
with the advanced technology of the US Army as we set up airfields in order to
defeat the Japanese military. To the
islanders, these bases were the sources of unbelievable wealth and
abundance. Even the trash dump of a
military base was, at least to the natives, a Super Walmart of treasure.
When the war was
over, however, the Walmart closed as the foreigners left. No more planes full of treasure arrived. There was only possible solution—somehow the
natives had to convince the gods to send the planes back.
The islanders
cleared the jungle and built dirt runways.
They constructed bamboo control towers, waved flags, and wore
headsets. Well, the two coconut halves
covering their ears looked like headsets. Islanders tried to imitate the behavior of
the soldiers they had seen, hoping the gods would send the cargo-bearing
airplanes back to the island.
Anthropologists
call this a Cargo Cult. In New Mexico we
call it a Spaceport.
Let’s summarize
the events of the last ten years.
After Burt Rutan
won the Ansari X prize by sending a suborbital spaceship into low space twice
within two weeks, the billionaire Richard Branson hired Rutan to design and
build a larger version of the spaceship to carry passengers into space. Branson started a new company, Virgin Galactic
to market the new industry of Space Tourism.
Rutan’s design
would use a large mother ship to carry a new spaceship up to about 40,000 feet,
then the rocket motors would ignite, carrying the spaceship to 62 miles above
the Earth, to the edge of space. The
spaceship would then glide back to Earth and land on a long runway. This process is known as a horizontal launch
as opposed to the vertical launches such as NASA has done at Cape Canaveral.
It is important
to remember that while Rutan’s spaceship actually made it to space, Virgin
Galactic is using a completely different vehicle that has not yet gotten close
to space.
To accomplish
this, Branson needed a long runway at an airport remote enough not to interfere
with regular commercial air traffic. New
Mexico would be perfect for that since the state is lousy with long runways
left over from wartime flight training.
And since no airline operates out of an airport anywhere in the
Southwest quarter of the state and there are large areas of restricted flight
zones…you could take your pick of locations.
Branson was not
just selling a ride in an overgrown airplane, he was selling a dream. The would-be astronauts would be ponying up
close to a quarter million dollars per flight, and for that kind of money,
there is no romance seen in flying out of a dingy industrial park wrapped
around a seventy year-old airport outside of Deming, New Mexico.
Richard Branson
didn’t become a billionaire by selling ham sandwiches—he was selling a sizzling
steak covered with space sauce. For
that, Branson wanted a new custom Spaceport built far from anything familiar,
so his customers could fly in on private planes (remember, no airline service
anywhere nearby), hop onto the mother ship, take a quick trip to space, land
about three hours later and fly away exhilarated, even if slightly poorer. Branson certainly didn’t want to use any of
the three long runways already existing in Southern New Mexico.
Somehow, Branson
talked a couple of gullible politicians to push through legislation that
provided him with exactly what he wanted.
The state government spent $209 million to build a Spaceport in Sierra
County, miles from anywhere. Both Sierra
County and Dona Ana County would raise their sales taxes to pay for operating
the new Spaceport. Despite the fact that
the Spaceport is not in Dona Ana County, the citizens of that county would
generously pay roughly 94% of the taxes to support it.
As I write this,
years and years later, there is still no paved road from Dona Ana to the
Spaceport. And from the middle of the county
to the Spaceport is over a hundred miles if you want to stay on a paved
road.
Perhaps we
should feel grateful that this Spaceport isn’t twice as big. Back in 2005 when governor Bill Richardson
started to push this project, coincidentally timed to coincide with his
campaign for president, he was talking about 5,000 new jobs, three interlocking
runways, two towers, and suborbital cargo flights to Paris in three hours. Evidently, we were going to ship them fresh
green chile.
Though
considerably smaller than the monster launch facility Richardson predicted, we
still built one hell of a boondoggle.
The Spaceport has a single runway—with no taxiways—and one hangar
belonging to Virgin Galactic. The runway
runs north/south, despite the fact that the prevailing winds are east/west,
meaning that crosswind landings would be the norm… Well, this place is never likely to be used
as an airport anyway, since all the large neighboring towns already have much
closer airports where the runways run the correct direction.
The only other
significant building at the Spaceport is a large concrete dome housing a fire
department with state-of-the-art equipment.
Two firetrucks and an ambulance are manned 24 hours a day, seven days a
week—even though Virgin Galactic (or anyone else) has yet to begin
operations. If I’m reading the budget
correctly, we spend $2.9 million dollars a year to run a fire department at a
spaceport that is not yet in operation.
This is roughly the same amount of money required to run about 40 small
volunteer fire departments. Fire
Departments that actually have something to do.
(I hear the Spaceport firemen have gotten really good at removing
rattlesnakes from Virgin’s parking lot.)
As for Virgin
Galactic… Well, they say
the launches are coming. Richard Branson
has made a lot of such claims, such as the three-day music concert by Lady Gaga
that will culminate with her blasting into space. 50,000 people will somehow travel down a
two-lane road to be at a concert in the middle of nowhere, with minimal
facilities of any kind, while attending the music event of the century. All of this, according to Branson, will occur
three years ago this coming January. You still have time to buy your tickets!
Branson has been
promising eminent launches for nine years.
It is time for a little reality.
There have been two versions of SpaceShipTwo built so far. The first crashed, killing the pilot and
injuring the copilot. The highest
altitude attained so far has been thirteen miles—far short of space. The second spaceship—while it has been tested
on glider flights—has not yet flown under power and is a long way
from being certified by the FAA for commercial flight. Virgin is testing its third version of a
prototype engine, and there are doubts that this spaceship will ever
be capable of flying passengers high enough to reach even "near"
space. While the FAA "strongly
suggests" (but does not require) an emergency escape system for such
vehicles, SpaceShipTwo has no such emergency system.
Burt Rutan is a
genius. If Rutan told me he was going to
the moon in a galvanized trash can using a rubber band for an engine, I’d beg
to be his copilot. But, Rutan is not
going to fix the problems on SpaceShipTwo.
He has retired and his company has been sold to Northrop. Sadly, I suspect that Northrop is not exactly
wild about blasting Lady Gaga into the side of a mountain. The company building the new spaceships is
owned by Virgin Galactic (see above).
Well, if the
Spaceport is unlikely to be used by Virgin Galactic, and it won’t be used as an
airport, could other space companies use it for horizontal launches? This is also unlikely, since single stage
rockets can't reach space, and multiple stage rockets require a
safe place for the primary stages to land. This is why most spaceports are located near
oceans and this is exactly why the US government stopped launching rockets from
White Sands and moved to Florida. While
the Spaceport doesn't have a lot of close neighbors, all it takes is one spent
first stage landing on one ranch house...or in Las Cruces, or...Deming, or…
While the
Spaceport Authority endlessly repeats that its facility is the “first purposely
designed Spaceport”, it is far from the only operating spaceport. There are at least ten licensed spaceports to
choose form in just the United States.
Bill Richardson, the former governor who saddled us with this black hole
of tax money has lately been working in California to promote its new
Spaceport.
The facility is
not generating a lot of tourist dollars either.
The lone tourbus company licensed to bring tourists has stopped offering
tours. For the last week, I have tried
calling every phone number listed for both the bus company and the Spaceport
Authority and either the phones were disconnected, or no one answered, or there
was a brief recording. Tourists who show
up unannounced at the gate are refused entrance by armed guards.
Note. Do not drive out there to see for
yourself. It’s a long drive and for a
lot of it, you are out of cellphone range.
There are no bathrooms, no gas stations, or anything else for the last
half hour of driving. This is not a good
place to have car trouble.
The Spaceport
has generated some income. It was used
as a movie set and a motorcycle company filmed a television commercial there,
and a few companies used it briefly as a research location. While the Spaceport Authority does not like
to release a lot of details (despite the fact the facility is owned by and
financially supported by the taxpayers), it appears that the facility generated
$1.6 million in income for at least one year.
This is far short of the millions a year the facility costs to
operate. And don’t forget the interest
the state is paying on those bonds sold to finance construction.
The bottom line
is that the state spent hundreds of millions of dollars on pure speculation—and
continues to spend the taxpayers' money on this! We speculated that if we built a spaceport,
it would attract rockets. So we went out
in the desert and constructed a giant purple martin house and sat back waiting
for the birds to fly in carrying bags of gold.
In other words,
we are a cargo cult.