Those darn Commies! They really fry my bacon, I tell ya whut!
The Red Scare, like Red Herrings has led to its own sessions of Congressional herrings which, ultimately, turned up nothing but...a red herring. You see, Red herrings, being communist, have tried to undermine the pork industry for years, which would ultimately lead to the economic demise of such politically-important states as Nebraska and Kansas, causing the American farmer to turn to Fin-land for monetary aid. Fin-land, being so close to Russia (which used to be communist) causes Congress great concern. They don't want the scales to be tipped in favor of former Eastern-bloc countries having its finger in American pork-barrel economics.
(takes spectacles off and thoughtfully chews one earpiece...think Bertrand Russell after a piano/1st floor window/long fall/passing pedestrian-style accident) Yes, yes, I see and concur. Someone had been fingering American pork for many years until Congress got wind of it during the West Coast's own 'Winter Of Discontent', a period of generally strained industrial relations (although a compromise was reached on the type of sieve to be used) during July to September, 1985.
It's akin to the great Milwaukee Bagel Scandal of 1967. Halliard McGurkin, one-time game show host-turned left-wing commentator and stunt-trichologist had been implicated in the whole sorry mess from the very start. It's well known that the practice of making bagels in the traditional Amish way (using bull semen instead of water and cornflour mix) had left a nasty taste in the mouth of the whole industry. Hoping to secure votes in the senate and a coveted seat on the popular TV panel game "What's My Lobotomy?", Vice-president Hubert Humphrey made it his personal mission that every man, woman and child in the poverty-stricken heartlands was entitled to one corn-mash based bagel and/or hash brown and allotted at least one free polo lesson every five years.
Sensing a changing mood in the nation regarding the need for basic education, housing and non-stick underwear (and fearing a backlash from the electorate following his public
faux pas, where, during an official visit to the Long island Orphan Re-Cycling Plant, he ordered the carpet-bombing of Minnesota "for a bit of a laugh"), President Johnson publicly distanced himself from Humphrey, although, as the owner of one of the first known pair of rollerblades, Humphrey would often close the gap between himself and Johnson at an alarming rate of knots, screaming the lyrics to "Hoochie Coochie Mama" in French and through a bullhorn as he approached.
This created a rift between the two men which resulted in them not speaking for ten years after they had both left office - an awkward time for them, as they both shared the same pedicurist and panda-skinning coach. In his autobiography, published in 1975, Johnson would only refer to Humphreys as "Ol' Ma Humphrey's Feeb" and then only sparingly (three times in what was a two thousand page tome).
I hope this has cleared things up for you, Soj.