Yeah, I think that might be what Mr. My President said to General McChrystal when he gave him the heave-ho.
I’m so over General McChrystal. Maybe he’s a good commander in war-time. But there are other good war-time commanders. Like General Petraeus, for example. Maybe McChrystal knows how to lead soldiers. What he clearly doesn’t know is how to accept that, even if his Commander-in-Chief is someone he might not like having to take orders from, he still has to take orders from him and still has to treat him as his superior (aye, there’s the rub, eh Stanley?). This nonsense with Rolling Stone isn’t McChrystal’s first exercise in “poor judgement” in terms of talking about the President. He’s made a bit of a habit of criticizing Obama, and I’d been wondering what it would take to finally see the back of him.
Well, now I know. I was afraid Obama would be conciliatory, would accept some lame mea culpa from McChrystal and move on. I was pleased to come home from work tonight and see that things had gone the other way. I guess even Mr. Calm-and-Collected has a tipping point. Good.
And I like that Obama talked about McChrystal as if his career had just ended. Who knows if that will be true, but I kind of dug it, like the President was rubbing McChrystal’s nose in it a little, like: “Hey, Stanley. See me over here? You may not like me or the way I do business, but I can fire your ass and make sure some important doors close in your face. How d’you like them apples?”
Of course Mr. My President is much cooler, kinder and more tactful than I am, so I’m sure that wasn’t what he was doing at all.
I don’t know what any of this will mean in terms of the war in Afghanistan. Foolishly, I had thought we’d already be seeing the end of our involvement there. Clearly not. I don’t know anything about waging a war, but General Petraeus does seem to know how to do his job and is liked and respected by all sorts of people who can’t agree on much of anything else, so that’s promising. And maybe in the long run, we’ll all look back and wish McChrystal had been allowed to keep running the ship.
But not me.
He needed to go. I am done trying to pretend to have patience with these people who think they don’t need to show any respect to Mr. My President. You don’t like the man. Get. over. it. Get the fuck over it. The man is the leader of our country and you need to give him the respect his office demands. End of story. You spent eight years genuflecting before a dangerous moron. You can’t bite your tongue during an interview? Get. over. it.
And Stanley? Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.