I WAS DAVID PETRAEUS'S BITCH IN THE 90S AND I HATED EVERY SECOND OF IT
Over the weekend, the media went into a feeding frenzy over the big, juicy, red-meat news that David Petraeus, the former head of the CIA and onetime adored four-star general, had been banging his fawning biographer, Paula Broadwell. If youve been following this somewhat-less-than-Shakespearean tragedy, youll know by now they were getting it on under his deskthat giant oaken hunk of power that no doubt displayed a miniature American flag and framed photos of his family. When I read about this, I imagined those photos jumping around on top of the desk while the great conqueror of Iraq invaded that obsequious writer babe down below.
Petraeus is the West Point general who wrote the book, literally, on counter-insurgency. For years, when all was doom and gloom in Iraq, he was Americas top warriora flag-saluting, straight-shooting strategic genius who always had time for the media; C-SPANs heroic general. Everybody loved this guyespecially the liver-spotted silver heads in Congress. Whenever Petraeus testified in the halls of power, they all showed up to pump his fist and spew superlatives. Someday, they said, Petraeus would be included in the prestigious pantheon of West Point military gods: Grant, MacArthur, Patton, and Eisenhower.
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