Night of the Generals
This arrives on the heels of Gen. Merrill A. McPeak, a former POW, like McCain, saying that "They weren't feeding him very well in Hanoi. He's done very well at the dinner table in Washington." A significant point is that us military servers were hardly considerate of general officers, who seem a good deal like wanna be corporate vice presidents destined to encounter the deployment of numerous hoops designed to singularly perpetrate the future CEO.
On a contrary note, think General George Picket, a soul who graduated last in his class at West Point, but would not tolerate any ill words toward his appointment benefactor, namely a House Representative known as Abraham Lincoln. Picket, in adroit Cavalier fashion, led a needless, hapless attack on Cemetery Ridge that was impeccably ordered by none other than a military genius disguised as Robert E. Lee.
Yet of course, Wesley Clark is an intellectual general, but unlike the sympathy rendered to Picket, he just went under the bus.
Digression makes the palate weak, but to continue nibbling on the finger food, the Obama curtain is drawn to a life without a draft, a meal without a forced ticket, or more dispassionately born to bear witness to the era of military volunteers.
Generals aside, may I break the champagne bottle in testament to this novel political year of throwing them under bus.
Get the tote board ready, be they ministers, advisors, saints, sinners or generals, their political fate is to dwell where the rubber meets the road, the incomparable experience of feeling the tires down under, or the pristine glory in adhering to what was said was not meant, or what was meant was not said. All allayed to the utter inconsequence of personally hitting the pavement under less than noble circumstance, with a strange method of endeavoring to be speared beyond all credible belief, or for that matter, beyond prior personal recognition.
Count em’ as they fall by, and its just the first half.
