Earlier this week, Hegseth & Trump assembled the nation’s generals, admirals, and senior enlisted advisors at Marine Corps Base Quantico for a commanders’ call. We’ve all seen the reports and watched the clips; I don’t have much to say other than “Well, that was predictable.”
Every commander’s call I sat through over the course of a 24-year Air Force career, regardless of the announced subject, always came down to a lecture on personal appearance and grooming standards. My fellow officers and I were always insulted and offended; I know the captive audience at Quantico, who endured similar talking-down-tos as they came up through the ranks, must have sat there in disbelief — disbelief that they still have to endure shit like this now they’ve reached the highest levels of command; disbelief that the civilian authority to which the military must answer is so petty and small-minded. And racist. And sexist.
I wouldn’t read too much into the lack of applause and cheers during Hegseth or Trump’s speeches — that’s standard behavior for members of a military formation, which the Quantico event was. I wish I could say the military will resist being deployed domestically against their fellow Americans, as Trump and Hegseth seem determined to do, and will stand up for and protect minority and female soldiers, airmen, sailors, and Marines; alas, I don’t think it will. Nor, legally, can it.
Yes, the same tired personal grooming/fitness speech given to groups of mosquito-wing privates braced at attention since Basic Training. You could see the brass thinking, “I’m too old and senior rank for this chicken shit bum fodder”.
The screed was given by a fat slob of a golf cheater, draft dodger, fast food addict with fake hair who hates and fears the military. And an idiotic, Brill creamed, privileged frat boy.
Oh, and no more soldiers in dresses. What? Even the female ones? Or are women soldiers now too woke and illegal?
And BTW, we are going to war against Chicago, Los Angeles, Portland and other communist cities, so gird your grid for a big one.
The fat fool looked like he couldn’t keep his eyes open and would have fallen down if he wasn’t clutching the podium.
He won’t be long for this world as the mini strokes continue but he might still have time to further wreck the country.
A kow-tow to Tod (historic use please) and double high fives to Paul (2008 version works good).
Thanks
Robert