I'm afraid it is my fault. The son's fault, not the sun's. A lot of crazy shit happens on 4 August (Gulf of Tonkin, anyone?), as it is my birthday.

Narcisisstic joking aside, Musk and Bezos both seem to want to wish interstellar radiation away. It is going to take a bunch of astronauts dying like the heroes of Chernobyl before people even start to realize how much the earth protects us from the ravages of space.