Yes, cucknuts.
I live in Los Alamos. Almost everyone I know either works -- or is an immediate family member of said workers -- at the lab that built the first atom bomb. That includes me.
Despite our largesse coming from the M.I.C., we have incredible cultural and philosophical diversity among our numbers. LANL has among its ranks everyone from Trotskyists to Randroids to Fundie Christians, and every one of them is subject to the same comically retarded government policies. They're randomly drug tested; they're subject to polygraphs; every five years all of their personal information is intimately transcribed on chips bearing security even Ashley Madison would laugh at; those at the highest levels of government understand nothing about their work, and the likely next Commandress-in-Chief openly flaunts how she pisses on the rules that would get every working man and woman in the nation with a security clearance a life sentence in ADX.
No one likes it. But it's how the bills are paid. Those at LANL, Oakridge, and all other comparable places in this country could always seek other lines of work. But when you've got a job -- and this goes back to the dawn of time -- you have obligations to the terms of your employers for as long as you're under their employ.
Your empty-headed harpy landed a fantastic gig with a useless degree, and all she had to do was stick to the terms of her employment until she either had enough money to retire or landed an even better gig. Her colossal stupidity and egotism bringing this to a hault isn't unfair; it's how the world should be.
