With Gen Petraeus’ public downfall, the American public can begin to grapple with why after 11 years of war in Iraq and Afghanistan “we haven’t won anything”, (Andrew) Bacevich says. The consequences of the myth of “the great heroic general” have been dire, he says. “It’s an excuse to not think seriously about war and to avoid examining the actual consequences of wars that we have chosen to engage.” BBC
“See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.” Robin Williams
Such a bad week for conservatives… first they lose the presidency, for the second time, to an African-born, Muslim, Communist of color and with it the chance to pack the Supreme Court with Tea Party vetted justices and then repeal a hundred years of social legislation; then to top that, their favorite general, a great white hope, a true man on horseback for conservatives in future presidential elections, turns out to be a nooky-whipped old fool.
The man in charge of all of America’s countless spies is brought down because his dippy mistress used an amateur spy “dead drop” email which the United State’s head spook activated himself, for general and mistress to discreetly exchange their billet-doux, to send threatening messages to Cent Com’s “hostess with the mostest”… Who it turns out is herself drowning in debt.
And following the trail of said hostess, it turns out that Tampa Florida, from where all of America’s wars are fought, from where young Americans are regularly sent to far flung lands to be killed or mutilated, is some sort of “Zenith of Winnemac on the blow”, where the cheesy, greedy, parvenus, local babbitry, meet with the centurions of America’s military elite, to greet and eat. The hostess then dragged in some minor FBI agents looking for dinner invitations and who knows what else, to investigate the messages, which contained no direct, physical threats: whereupon the agents, without a warrant, blithely opened the private correspondence of American citizens… Idiot citizens, but citizens, none the less.
I could go on but I think I’d rather just go and throw up.