Right. Where does the idea that a loudmouth general so insecure in his masculine position that he's got to pop off to a fucking Rolling Stone reporter with the sort of loser-undergraduate dick-wagging that'd get you laughed out of a SigEp house party in order to reassure himself and his staff about the size of their balls has somehow "undermined" the authority of The Obama come from? Meanwhile, it seems to me that Obama is not only fully in command here, but that he's got a real nasty streak. Instead of firing the guy and letting him salute off to the golf course in silent obscurity, he makes him parade himself in front of the national press offering a litany of obsequious apologies, which is a lot more humiliating than being fired as far as I read it.
Addendum: And fired hiz azz.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Eagles Pull Out Your Eyes
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Afghanistan,
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Proust as a Military Spokesman
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Bread and Circuses...
what's with all the under-grad cracks lately? judge Yoda by his size, do you?
McChrystal can't go. NPR said so this morning. the situation in Afghanistan is in a critical phase right now. any other general would have to be brought up to speed and it would throw 'em off track to pull troops out by August. or something like that.
Wrong Roman metaphor, pist. And lazy, too.
Anyway, IOZ: Nailed it!
I sometimes wish that Truman had forced MacArthur to wear a tutu during his triumphant ticker-tape parade.
One might root for all to fail. Or maybe herpes of the eyes for the lot of them?
Is that asking too much?
No matter how sass-mouthed he may be, you don't just go around changing the gravedigger of empires in the middle of the dang funeral.
Meanwhile, the US war machine continues to kill without interruption...
No matter how sass-mouthed he may be, you don't just go around changing the gravedigger of empires in the middle of the dang funeral.
Well I'll be gosh-darned: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_obama_mcchrystal
Seems we went and replaced the gravedigger with the danged funeral director.
Huh.
@ Jack:
One might root for all to fail.
Absolutely!
Or maybe herpes of the eyes for the lot of them?
Yes!
Is that asking too much?
Not at all.
@ dog:
[...] you don't just go around changing the gravedigger of empires in the middle of the dang funeral.
I am reminded of a slogan from my youth: Don't change dicks in the middle of a screw, vote for Nixon in '72!
RedPhillip,
I think we share a view of things. Pleasant. Shiny.
To quote that fictional browncoat, let's "aim to misbehave."
Splendid fellow, that Obama! That was a very skillful operation.
Jack, don't forget pretty... so pretty. Like candlelight, writ large.
Meanwhile, it seems to me that Obama is not only fully in command here, but that he's got a real nasty streak. Instead of firing the guy and letting him salute off to the golf course in silent obscurity, he makes him parade himself in front of the national press offering a litany of obsequious apologies, which is a lot more humiliating than being fired as far as I read it.
Suits me. But then military men are into those little s/m rituals.
"Where does the idea that a loudmouth general so insecure in his masculine position that he's got to pop off to a fucking Rolling Stone reporter with the sort of loser-undergraduate dick-wagging that'd get you laughed out of a SigEp house party . . ."
It only happens in cities where Jay fucking Leno is a little too hip for the room.
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