If I've spent over thirty years with material and emotional costs on a project constantly labouring morning noon and night plotting, toiling, running helter-skelter, watching, waiting and yet see no discernible results other than an impasse of fools and a paid hiatus for a benign blameless sage while my incompetent labour force grows with added cost and little to show but laughable tomfoolery I would see that I am the one invalidated and the project a sham I would not need it in neon lights to see the white hot stupidity in me
This was written during the 2nd WW by my grandfather about some new bombs the Nazis were building. What can one say about ****, they don't give up until...when? ****** was still winning the war as allied soldiers were five miles from his bunker. Ah, the world has changed since then..I think!