My dad the "Commonist" [sic] designed a "$50 Billion Crock?"

Chronicle of a journey from youthful
know-it-all to old-fart astonishment.

"Great Edgar's Ghost!" I might add as long as we're phoneticizing Mr. Hoover's career-long malaprop of the word "commUnist." And "nucUlar" began with Eisenhower, not our current past-parody President. Further, my dad DID draw up final engineering plans for building the Bio-Warfare Labs at Fort Dietrich, MD. Whoever or whatever tells Google and AOL what or what NOT to show the public told then not to show this particular product of dad's Carnegie Tech honed structural engineering skills. The symbol on the right is as close as we're allowed to get. Fort Dietrich does have some very evil stuff cooking in Gawd knows how many petri dishes. Plus who hasn't heard of bioterrorism? there. William R. Clark's new book says we've heard way too much about Bioterrorism http://www.miller-mccune.com/article/355. But since it's among terms that's kept Cheney Mind-Control and Halliburton in the chips for two terms what's the bet Gramps McCain and any Kimodo Lizard running mate start drumming "bio-terrorism," "Islamofascism" and "Barak Seen With Headless Torso In Topless-Bar!" into our lizard-brains 24/7 by Labor Day?

Speaking of Joe Lieberman, TNR called his long mating-dance with the Crackers Right "Zellification." No problem for me. Never was. Lyndon Johnson once told his young senate aide and future Supreme Court Justice Abe Fortas: "Every good operator up here in D.C. needs a smart Jew and you're mine." Years ago a spoiled-rotten Jewish kid was into his Crazy Act and cranking up the heat on his differently but equally pathologic mother. The kid signed up for Catholic Instruction and came home with Rosary and a Saint's Day Calandar. "Whatever comes down is cool!" I smart-mouthed. The kid beams. Mom gasps. "Take vows. Choke the chicken. Do a miracle. Get lucky. 300-years from now you're Saint Harvey, the Jew. Mazel tov. No one forgets." The kid's crazy act stops on a dime and gives change. Mom bawls contentedly, leaving

me the squirmiest of three. Why? I can live off these two plus all the equally prosperous, pathetic cases these two therapy-junkies can refer. At minimum, 200 lifers at Mule Creek Prison can riff on Tex Watson's line to the State Parole Board. And Tex probably copped the line from Charlie Manson during the Family's "glory years." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_%22Tex%22_Watson.



If memory serves, thought I, UCLA and USC years were preparation to do something useful. This ain't it, I told my wife the same night. "Then don't do it anymore," she replied, stunning me. "You didn't spend those years to be unhappy and I'm not one who needs to keep you unhappy." Lucky me the first time. She was right. My dad designed the Germ Warfare Laboratory so well that, aside from his shame at not being allowed to know its purpose until much later, the building remains past his life and into my old age.

William R. Clark's book cites the fraudulence of the $50-Billion per year bio-terrorism boondoggle. "A crock," he calls it. This will mean little if anything to those who appropriate funds for Alaskan bridges to no where and "fight for blue-collar white people like..." ..umm, okay: Hillary DID mean me after all. Happy Memorial Monday!