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It's so True that even if it isn't true, it's still true.
Escaping military school in 1975 with a life of nuclear war in space planned for our hero.
Saint John’s Military School, at the time during my 1975 tenure was something like being in a horror movie about military school institutions. RATS were degraded as less than human and everyone had to going through it, no exceptions.
Hell I made it out honest after eating “squared meals” where a cadet must sit 100% upright, using fork, knife or spoon, in a squared set of motions. Dripping, was discouraged by being talked down to, actually brutally shouted at, as less than a human being, for not being able to properly “square” a complete meal.
Totally degrading one as a human being, 24-hours a day, tradition probably maintained to this day. The stories from there were pretty horrific and can be regaled another time if anyone is interested.
Suffice it to say, it was living the nightmare of being sent to military school, threatened by angry parents across the nation.
· Fuck it I'm stealing Oppenheimer's car
It’s complex because the old man is the absent-minded professor who does not miss much. Besides, last I heard he’s still dead.
His weakness was smugness of living in his ‘secret house’ up the hill in that quiet Linda Vista neighborhood reserved for old money, knights of industry, and national heroes. The fact it was a short electric car ride in the tunnels under Devils Gate dam, JPL leading to Caltech and the netherworlds is another adventure in itself. Those are Oppenheimer’s stories, not Frank Discussion’s.
Oppenheimer’s car, a yellow early 1960s station wagon with woody sides that were connected to what the doctor called a “Doohickey” device. It seemed all my father’s “friends” on the projects used code names for everything. They got really pissed when I started cracking their codes for sport at age five to six just to see the disturbed looks on their faces.
Insolence has always been my favorite flavor in life.
You see, I’m that kid who was a NASA brat smack dab in the middle of what they call “conspiracy theorist” government projects. They always seemed to make extra ‘classes’ the norm to me after discovering 167 IQ.
They were always throwing weird shit at me, like making student of paranormal science(s), ancient languages, and folklore, taught as science amongst other things. They had me feeding back prodigal childish observations for intellectual consumption via subterfuge of our blue planet’s most brilliant scientific thought leaders.
· NATIONAL SECRETS REVEALED FROM THE HEART OF DEEP SPACE CONTROL CENTER JPL
Thinking makes things happen here. I was starting to think of something profound, then – WHOOSH – a crow with glowing red eyes flew out of nowhere toward my head. I just hit that commander, looked it in the eyes, then smiled, exhaling a smoke ring that grew larger, then larger, engulfing the crow as it rose skyward toward the stars.
My thoughts drifted, wondering what type of black magic Parsons was using with Einstein. Why did the old Nazi tell me, “Your space program is founded on black magic from the ancient ones”?
Every time he was drunk at the house or underground city, it was black magic rocketry, Schnapps & lederhosen dancers playing accordions stories.
Thought leadership my ass.
I don’t know if the specifics of the JPL clean room are even classified. It’s kind of like in the movie Independence Day where they are at Area 51 (kind of but not quite) going down a hallway with clean room gear at the top.
Different stops blow air and/or mist chemicals on a suited person to ensure the spacecraft is never contaminated by “ordinary items” from Earth. Raised grated floors, standing in front of misting nozzles, dryers in general a pain in the ass.
After all a few blankets “innocently” given to Native Americans wiped out entire civilizations from diseases they had no immunity to.
All the far-out Star Trek hokey pokey Imagineering that modern science fiction is made from surrounding these impudent infiltrators seeking adventure.
