I had somewhat facetiously noted that Paula Broadwell did us a favor by unintentionally exposing the scandal surrounding herself and Petraeus. But the scandal is not so much about sex - it is about the lifestyles of these top military commanders that stand in stark contrast to the lifestyles of the men and women that actually prosecute the war. The ones that are actually the heroes.
From the New York Times A Phony Hero for a Phony War a biting assessment:
"Though strutting military peacocks go back to Alexander’s time, our first was MacArthur, who seemed at times to care more about how much gold braid decorated the brim of his cap than he did about how many bodies he left on beachheads across the Pacific. Next came Westmoreland, with his starched fatigues in Vietnam. In our time, Gen. David H. Petraeus has set the bar high. Never has so much beribboned finery decorated a general’s uniform since Al Haig passed through the sally ports of West Point on his way to the White House."
This from the Washington Post Petraeus scandal puts four-star general lifestyle under scrutiny.
"The commanders who lead the nation’s military services and those who oversee troops around the world enjoy an array of perquisites befitting a billionaire, including executive jets, palatial homes, drivers, security guards and aides to carry their bags, press their uniforms and track their schedules in 10-minute increments. Their food is prepared by gourmet chefs. If they want music with their dinner parties, their staff can summon a string quartet or a choir."
This country doesn't need the likes of Patraeus and Allen nor the groupies like Broadwell and the Tampa twins.
Both of the news stories above provide excellent insight into these over-valued men who have become consumed by their self-importance.