When the going gets tough, the tough get going, and God of War Henery “Pistol Pete” Hegseth is no exception.
Left unsatisfied by (and roundly criticized for) sinking small craft in America’s Oceans® — including a double-tap that finished off a couple survivors of one such strike — the retired National Guard major and Faux News foghorn set out after bigger game.
And he may have holed an admiral below the waterline.
Not that he’s taking the credit for that particular kill, mind you.
Writes Stars and Stripes:
“Secretary [Pete] Hegseth authorized Adm. [Frank M.] Bradley to conduct these kinetic strikes. Adm. Bradley worked well within his authority, and the law, directing the engagement to ensure the boat was destroyed and the threat to the United States was eliminated,” White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt said.
The buck stops where? Tell you what, grunt — uh, pardon me, admiral, sir — you don’t want to be on duty when that particular dollar lands in your lap.
Just ask Herbert “Spermwhale” Whalen, a major in the U.S. Air Force Reserve who flew in World War II and Korea before joining the Los Angeles Police Department. Speaking of a superior officer in Joe Wambaugh’s novel “The Choirboys,” the burly street cop observed:
“I always knew he was behind us. I felt him there many times.”
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Not only does the buck not stop anywhere in this administration, they don’t even acknowledge the existence of the buck.
With this dolt in charge of DoD, God help us if we ever get into a war with any nation more powerful than Fredonia. Or maybe we are now the great and powerful Fredonia.
Ya know, I forget who the politician was, but some years back a reporter asked them to comment on the current issues in Fredonia, and the guy took the bait, hook, line and sinker. Pretty embarrassing for the politician. Maybe someone should ask Whiskey Pete about the current persecution of Christians in Fredonia and see what happens. Or maybe that made up country in the DC comics, Corte Madera (I think), oh or even better, Doctor Doom’s realm in the Marvel comics, Latveria. Even better, I can see this one totally hooking the Orange One: “Mr. President, given the Russian invasion of Latveria that is underway, do you think you can prevail on President Putin to withdraw?”
Leave us not forget the struggles of Lower Slobbovia, where the local currency is the “Rasbucknik,” one of which is worth nothing, and more worth even less.
“Mr. President, when may we expect to see American aid flooding into Lower Slobbovia? The government of King Stubbornovsky the Last is in dire peril, and winter is not only coming, it is omnipresent.”
I hear the International Criminal Court has a special award for Donnie and Pete.
REMF.
I’ve seen barnyards with less chicken shit.
Pistol Pete says he “didn’t stick around” after the first strike, and throws in the old “fog of war” chestnut, getting it wrong because of course he did. According to Oxford Reference the phrase “is often attributed to Clausewitz, but is in fact a paraphrase of what he said: ‘War is the realm of uncertainty; three quarters of the factors on which action in war is based are wrapped in a fog of greater or lesser uncertainty.’” It ain’t about actual smoke and fire, bucko.
Orange Hitler, of course, “didn’t know anything.”
“I didn’t know anything about people,” he mumbled. “I wasn’t involved in it.”
Fuck me running. Claws and Witless, together at last.
NYT has a brief look at Adm. Frank Bradley’s career: 1991 Annapolis grad (physics), gymnast, SEAL, served in Afghanistan, the works.
At the time of the attack about which Kegsbreath and Beelzebozo know nossing, nossing, Mother Times writes, Bradley was in the final month of his tour as head of the Joint Special Operations Command and preparing to take charge of U.S. Special Operations Command, a job he took in October.
Now what? Dog only knows. This is only a brief glimpse of the admiral, but it seems at first glance as though a right guy is left holding the bag for the wrong people.
Lesson for today is if you are a draft dodging pompous, arrogant, rude, and incompetent punk, it’s not smart to throw a Seal under the bus. Chances are he won’t stay there, and when he comes out he will be truly pissed off. What happens then is anyone’s guess. Kinda like messing with Kelly, but worse.
A flaming bag of dogshit on the national porch that cannot be stomped out.
Where have we heard this before?
“Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong solutions.” —Groucho Marx