My father, the coffin-builder turned physician turned funeral director, had a low threshold of patience with those who voiced “morbid concerns about one’s health, esp. when accompanied by delusions of physical disease” (as my desk dictionary puts it).
Remarkably, the (self-styled) Antiplanner’s ongoing pursuit of “truthiness,” justice and the American way has caused him to sound like a hypochondriac - or, as my father might say, a “blankety-blank” hypochondriac.
Just today, as I checked emails and blogs, I came across the latest opus magnum from the self-styled “Antiplanner” (aka Randal O’Toole): “Defining Success: The Case against Rail Transit.” This post, the first in a series of responses, is essentially an “introduction” to same.
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