Raptor or Rapture?
An average of 40 pages of lusty words the General is supposed to have written to his one (and only?) non-mistress, amounting to a solid body of work of 30,000 pages. Such love for lust! And that when he should have been killing people, lots of people. Victory over those who know how to say “over my dead body!” not caresses for the very much alive body of the seductress.
The wonderful news is that, for heads of supreme killer armies and secret services, the luscious secrets of tantalizing affairs hold more interest than the stupid dispensing of bullets. Missives for sperms over ejaculating missiles. Why are we not applauding, rejoicing, call for encores, reading with envy?
Operation Enduring Freedom from Hypocrisy
A commentary in today’s German “Spiegel” observes that, from the European perspective, all this American hero-worship and focus on what one is forbidden to enjoy seems strangely out of touch. Is it really? Have we not always enjoyed comedies that have a buffoon strutting his manliness and self-righteousness across the stage, especially in theaters of war, while falling for wiles of a delicious maiden?
Whispers
Is it a “dawns early light” of comedy replacing moral atrocities that we are now, finally, witnessing? To fully appreciate a devastatingly silly character, we first have to make him or her plausible. Done! We can now visualize top brass bent over their chart tables, ignoring the threats from the women-oppressing Taliban, and celebrating a woman instead, lusting not for the stench of battle fields but the seductive perfumes of bedroom victories.
All that remains to be accomplished is to teach the Taliban this American way! Follow us, as we follow in the footsteps of Jefferson and his mistress (and never mind Eisenhower or Kennedy).
Old Comforter
The truth shall set you free to write risqué emails and dream of extending a hand across the aisle, even before you have finished walking down one. Now that takes the courage of Generals, to say nothing of their guiding light, the courage of free American women.
All this excitement over so little? It is not what happened but what could happen that is so exciting. Can we soon say: they gave a war and all the generals were in bed with their mistresses, all over the globe! (What a threat to the economy that would be! And the environment would only have to absorb a bit more heavy breathing.)
Gives new meaning(s) to “What if they gave a war and nobody came?”
Okay, blackmail is unlikely, but what if he talked in his sleep and she was al-Qaeda?
That is so 007. It should worry you a lot more that we have generals so stupid they write emails like that.
No, it should worry you more that even generals’ email can be accessed by the FBI. What does that say about the rest of us?
How fun to have found your blog, Georg! I look forward to reading and continuing to learn. I hope all is well with you at UCD.
Saludos from Mexico!
Zara