Peter Pace – Practice Makes Perfect

Governors were meeting with the President and his most submissive prag, asking about Plan B in Iraq, to which they were told that Plan B is to make Plan A work. General Pace: “I’m a Marine, and Marines don’t talk about failure. They talk about victory.”

Actually, Marines talk about killing, pussy and more killing, with the word “victory” most likely beaten out of their skulls as fast as words like “want”, “need” and “why”. Developing a useful Marine is hard work, and abstract concepts like this play no part in it. The job demands something else, and this monkey in a military suit likes to think he’s still part of that world, but the fact is, he grew to like the civilian side of life more than the one he came from. Pace isn’t a Marine, he’s an officer without scruples or pride, in the sad tradition of Iraq generals who have preceded him, and with few exceptions, each has left in a dress and lipstick, looking over their shoulder on the walk out hoping the suit they were servicing with such vigor for so long takes a moment to do the same. The story is so old at this point, you’d figure Pace might have foregone the full-on prison bitch phase of his turn as top bookmark.

I’m certain that we’re still able to develop civilians into useful US Marines at this point, but something else is broken, and whatever that may be, bottom line is the mass production of anti-leader military brass for so long now – Pace fitting the bill to a ‘T’ – has already managed to carry out the military’s full castration of itself, voluntarily, for the sake of a rich kid and his band of draft-dodging thieves and spreadsheet jockeys. None of whom ever had to get their hands dirty, let alone sweat a couple gallons a day in full battle-rattle driving through Baghdad in an unarmored vehicle. Nobody enjoys that…if only Pace didn’t enjoy his dress and lipstick so damn much…you can tell it was Rummy who broke him in.

Rumsfeld: “GET DOWN THERE AND SHOW ME YOUR WAR FACE PACE!!!”