Daily Gut: Rolling Stone, McCrystal, and Dirt

So, in that Rolling Stone piece that brought down General McCrystal, the writer spent three weeks with the troops.

What did he find?

Trash talk directed at bureaucrats.

Yeah, I know.

Here’s a fact: if someone followed me around for three weeks, they’d find far more worse. The storage container underneath my waterbed would put me away for life. Fact is, journos like me and those at Rolling Stone are so seedy, we could never survive the scrutiny we apply on others.

Simply put: Soldiers are better people than those who cover them.

But this writer followed the troops, who might as well be on Mars. That’s what Afghanistan is. A weird, scary place without decent cable. They don’t have time to worry about some slimy dickwad writer trying to ingratiate himself into their fold in order to get a damaging tidbit upon which to build a career. These soldiers deal with death. And that’s the irony. While those troops work like hell – in hell – to protect that writer from his own demise, he’s busy orchestrating theirs. How screwed is that?

And what did the writer find? Banter. Normal give and take between men. The kind of stuff you find between cops, troops, and yeah: editors. Everyone bad mouths the boss.

But, I guess the left hates manly conversation almost as much as they hate the military. They just don’t get it. And so, they use it to form their lazy narrative: that we’ve got another Vietnam on our hands. Of course we do, when we have so many writers saying we’ve got another Vietnam on our hands. They said the same thing about Iraq (we won), the Gulf War (we won), and if they had a time machine, they’d go back and say the same thing about WW2 (which, we won, I think).

And that leave us with Rolling Stone. the only thing it hates more than war, is winning one. They altered history last week – but not in the way they intended. That is: an end of courageous restraint.

Rolling Stone’s gotta hate this: we may win this war, because they wanted to lose it.

And if you disagree with me, you’re a racist homophobe who dated Jann Wenner.

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