I think...

That I know more about nuclear power than any of the bleached, peroxided, saline/siliconed, tailored suits clamoring about imminent death. Until they can say they were here in this time and space with hardworking talented people that did exhausting and demanding work I will discount the blathering:

I looked rapidly tonight for a picture of rough men that did this work along with me standing in front of the secondary containment structure. I did not find it. I need to find that picture. 


On the other hand if you really want to make the hippies cry break out this jacket:

Huge irony here huh? I love it!