When Obama tapped Petraeus for head of CIA everyone knew why, including Petraeus. His popularity made him an eventual political threat that had to be neutralized. Better to have him in house, and under the thumb. And Petraeus took it, of course. Why? Ego, in a sense. Resume-padding in a larger sense. He was looking at the speech circuit, and adding Director of Central Intelligence probably ramps him from $25,000 a speech to $40,000.
I knew this would not end well for him. But fuck him. I ain't his nanny. His hubris is his nanny. You win enough gaming scenarios in war college you start to think you're something special. Here's a little secret: nobody's special. Even Stephen Hawking can occasionally digitally blather some insanely stupid shit.
There's an inherent problem with generals. Colonels are made by merit. Generals are made by Congress. Which means at least one corrupt fucker already has your pecker in his pocket. Generals, by and large, quit being soldiers when they reach flag rank, and become politicians. Or at least a now overly cautious gamer. That's why it is colonels, not generals, who are always the political game changers. They can gain. Generals always lose when the balance of power shifts.
Armas, Guatemala, 1954: Colonel. Coup d'etat.
Papadopoulos and buddies, Greece, 1967: Colonels. Coup d'etat.
Qaddafi, Libya, 1969: Colonel. Coup d'etat.
Nimeiry, Sudan, 1969: Colonel. Coup d'etat.
Acheampong, Ghana, 1972: Colonel. Coup d'etat.
Tejero, Spain, 1981: Colonel. Failed coup d'etat.
Noriega, Panama, 1982: Colonel. Coup d'etat.
This list could go on. One could make the case that colonels are highly skilled, and motivated, and denied the food trough. The goodies. They are therefore hungry jackals. But what does that make the generals? Arrivistes, I reckon. Skilled at battlefield war, unskilled on the battlefields of the Senate cloak room, the West Wing.
It's a tough thing for a person to become a general, a god among his men, only to realize he's actually some senator's aide's bitch. Some shrug it off and don't play the game. They retire with 1 or 2 stars. Guys like Petraeus think they're smarter than the average bear. They won gaming theory in war college! They run 10 miles a day, and write essential policy papers for Foreign Affairs. What they truly are is dupes. Rubes. Out of their depth because they don't even understand the game they're playing. Don't know who the mark is? You're probably the mark.
And so Petraeus was seduced by a Democratic political operative. Hubris. Now his mighty reputation is soiled beyond repair, his marriage is likely sundered, his prospects on the lecture circuit zilch. This is what Democrats do to the gullible, and the prideful. Don't ever get in bed with these scorpions. They are vile creatures, with no conscience and no soul.
Oh: did I mention Petraeus will take the fall for Benghazi? Of course he will. Obama is even now teeing up a Big Bertha driver, and Petraeus' head is the little dimpled ball on the tee. He'll slice it like he always does, but that don't matter.
Posted by Velociman at November 9, 2012 8:04 PM