I have flown over Antarctica. I have flown around the world…

I have flown over Antarctica.
I have flown around the world more times than is healthy for anyone who still remembers what a weekend is. East to west, west to east, the whole tired globe.
I have flown over the Arctic, been over the Arctic, been around it, and watched that ice and that curvature do precisely what geometry says it does.
I’ve been to Russia, to the top of America, to Canada, up to Alert in Canada where the map stops being polite and starts being honest.
I’ve crossed Siberia in winter and summer, and done it the slow way on fishing trawlers in waters that don’t care about your internet theories.
I’m sitting on 176 countries, all but one continent, and the only thing I haven’t done is land on Antarctica — though I’ve passed over it enough to know it isn’t a stage prop.
So when someone still coughs up flat-earth nonsense after that, the charitable explanation is neurological trauma.
The honest one is that they’ve cranked Drano, or poured it in their ears, because there is something goddamn wrong with people who look at a world you can literally circumnavigate and decide it’s a dinner plate.
Written by S. Tominaga