Visit Mr. Hoover's Ghost
The current bumptiousness ongoing among the nation's elite – the know-it-all's – is something to behold and brings more cause to be concerned about the country's health.
Relax, friends. No matter what the "nattering nabobs" of today are blathering, there's no constitutional crisis or Tuesday night massacre.
Stirring the political pot continues and likely will. The late great speechwriter and newspaper columnist William Safire is remembered for that wonderful "nattering" quote.
Actually to put everything in perspective today, the big issue is simple. Will the Washington Nationals and the Baltimore Orioles reach baseball's World Series at the same time? Both teams are excellent and currently lead their respective divisions. The star players are performing as stars. That's extremely good for us all.
For the sake of the made-up crises, please forgive my negative attitude, cynicism and despair to the latest hogwash emanating from the Halls of Congress and the ancillary operatives. All of the hatefulness is no longer funny, but tiresome.
The subject today is the firing of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) director of the past three years. No need is necessary here to mention his name.
I do have a suggestion for whomever is anointed the next director of the FBI. That person, before being grilled by the Congress and ensconced in office, should visit the Congressional Cemetery on E Street Southeast, Washington, D.C.
Yes, that's the resting place of John Edgar Hoover, founder and director of the FBI for four decades. The nominee should go and stand at Mr. Hoover's grave, attempt to elicit advice on how to run the department and modernize the thinking.
No matter what Mr. Hoover’s critics may say, he knew how to handle the reprobates, criminals and other money grabbers who infiltrate the nation's political offices on the premise of serving the people.
He may have missed the growth of what's called the Mafia, or Murder, Inc., for a while, but Mr. Hoover had the goods on quite a few of the nobles who liked to portray themselves as perfect specimens of honor and dignity. Since they're all dead I won't bring up their identities. I could, but won't to keep their families from sad memories.
Mr. Hoover served as director under six presidents. Let's face it, none dared to fire him or remove his presence. He ran a tight organization, maintained detailed files on those in the law-making business. Those people were fearful of what he may or may not know about their devious extracurricular activities. This is accurate historical information.
Somehow I don't think Mr. Hoover would today have become a daily media talker like so many. He ruled with an iron hand. He'd do the same today. He probably would not have put up with the modern class of office holders.
I like to think how today's politicians would fare knowing Mr. Hoover had confidential files on them. Again, it's a different historical time, but the new director could absorb Mr. Hoover's ghost. It still emanates throughout FBI land.
Stories abound at the success of the extraordinary work of the FBI. The agency's staff knew – under Mr. Hoover's tenure – what would happen if they didn't do right. They'd end up in inconvenient and undeveloped locales of western areas.
Washington is out of control these days. To my sincerest chagrin, so is the media.
The prejudice in all areas of the public's business has run amok. There's no end in sight. It's no longer funny. There's no constitutional crisis. Not in the least. The more serious issues involve the threatening nations of North Korea, Afghanistan, the rest of the Middle East, and hunger and drought throughout Africa.
I did not forget the ongoing threat of terrorists of the Islamic brand and our own sanctuary localities.
Where art thou, Mr. Hoover?