Forget it he’s rolling. It hasn’t been easy figuring out how the downfall of General David Petraeus was masterminded by the President. We know it came after he told Al Qaeda to kill whomever they like, wherever they like, whenever they like, in a horrific manner and on digital media preferably, thanks. But to the untrained eye, Broadwell and Benghazi appear unrelated. Enter Charles Krauthammer’s foxy eyes:
[Petraeus] was hoping that those administration officials would not disclose what had happened, and therefore hoping that he would keep his job. And that meant that he understood that his job, his reputation, his legacy, his whole celebrated life was in the hands of the administration, and he expected they would protect him by keeping it quiet.
And that brings us to the ultimate issue, and that is his testimony on September thirteen. That’s the thing that connects the two scandals, and that’s the only thing that makes the sex scandal relevant.
Go Krauthammer, it’s your birthday . .
. . here’s a man who knows the administration holds his fate in its hands, and he gives testimony completely at variance with what the Secretary of Defense had said the day before, at variance with what he’d heard from his station chief in Tripoli, and with everything that we had heard. Was he influenced by the fact that he knew his fate was held by people within the administration at that time?
Petraeus wasn’t interviewed by the FBI until October 29th. Nice try, Charles.
Of course it was being held over Petraeus’s head, and the sword was lowered on Election Day. You don’t have to be a cynic to see that as the ultimate in cynicism.
Obama fired Petraeus on November the 8th, the day he learned of the affair. These things are widely known so if anyone can guess why Krauthammer is so very stupid, more power to her. Chuck is having one rotten November:
“Obama to my mind is the luckiest politician I’ve ever seen . . Romney’s on a roll, he’s increasing slightly every day his lead in the national polls, catching up in the swing states. And then Sandy hits . . and inevitably you get to play commander in chief, you get to be in the Situation Room . . “
. . you get to watch 130 Americans die. This is so sweet the black guy said. Despite the not-having mortician’s luck, though, Romney will triumph next Tuesday. My name is Charles, hulloo Pulitzer dweebs!