Two thoughts this morning. The first, from P.J. O’Rourke in his book, “Parliament of Whores.”
Republicans are the party that says government doesn’t work, and then they get elected and prove it.
The second, from Tom Nichols at The Atlantic, in his essay, “The Commander in Chief Is Not Okay.”
In 1973, an Air Force nuclear-missile officer named Harold Hering asked a simple question during a training session: “How can I know that an order I receive to launch my missiles came from a sane president?” The question cost him his career. Military members are trained to execute orders, not question them. But today, both the man who can order the use of nuclear arms and the man who would likely verify such an order gave disgraceful and unnerving performances in Quantico. How many officers left the room asking themselves Major Hering’s question?
Discuss.
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For fifteen years, I had to take a psych evaluation once a year to have the access I once had to the nation’s nuclear weapons program. I’m asking the same question about the CiC. Why did I have to be sane, and he doesn’t?
Because the Congress (and the Supremes, and a sizable percentage of the electorate) doesn’t consider insanity a deal-breaker?
Like I commented in the previous post, I would have loved to been a fly on the wall of the Quantico Officer’s Club yesterday.
I believe read in the past on some war-fair tech website something about an autonomous micro-drone with a poison tipped proboscis. Programmed with a specific target, and like a harmless mosquito the drone buzzes into an area and patiently tracks down its target. Facial recognition and body odor confirmed, the drone lands on the target and dispenses it’s paralytic cargo. Unknowingly, the target feels an itch and reacts with a slap assisting the distribution of the drug. With its impact resistant design, the micro-drone launches away escaping into the nearest dark area never to be seen again. The target, after a few seconds loses all ability to move, and slowly fades into an unconscious stupor, and then passes on becoming just one more stain on the office carpet. Alas, the psychotic is muted. I suppose one who lives by war, may expire by war.
https://www.npr.org/2025/10/01/nx-s1-5558304/poll-political-violence-free-speech-vaccines-national-guard-epstein-trump
My violence shall be that by the strokes and scribbles of my pens and crayons, along with the occasional emission of digital keyboard melees. A review of the history of violence and physical harm leads me to conclude that unless there is one big button that will eliminate all humanity all at once in an instant of electron scattering, saving all other life on our bulbous sphere, is egotistical ridiculousness.
I know that military officers do not applaud speakers, political or otherwise, but this was beyond the realm of fascism. It was a rant that wandered from a to z. I don’t know how the audience could abide it.