There is just one nitpickety little point about this whole Petraeus sex scandal thing that bothers me.
I don’t really care that General Petraeus was getting a little bit of nookie on the side, and when I see pictures of his wife and pictures of Paula Broadwell, it becomes even less surprising. I’m not terribly bothered that Paula Broadwell had officially classified secret government information on her computer, either. The government keeps too many secrets as it is and there are probably lots of ways other than in bed that she could have got the information – she’s an author and a military officer herself, after all.
I’m not too bothered about the catfight between Broadwell and Jill Kelly, whose job description is “socialite” and seems to be somewhat confused about the difference between an “honorary” ambassador and a real one. I’m not even too surprised that so many of America’s top brass seems to spend all their time at fancy soirees at rich people’s homes. It’s not as if I expected them to be partying with poor people, or the enlisted men, or anything like that.
Apparently, there’s no actual proof that Kelly was doing the deed with General John Allen,
who is the current head of American forces in Afghanistan, or with Fred Humphries, the FBI agent who was removed from the case because he was “obsessed.” I’m not bothered that Humphries sent her half naked pictures of himself. He wasn’t as overexposed as Anthony Weiner and, actually, I’m willing to accept his story that he sent shirtless pix to all of his friends, nothing sexual about it at all, just a joke. I know if I sent shirtless pictures of myself to all my friends, they’d be laughing.
At me, not with me, but that’s my problem.
No, the thing that weirds me out is the “20 to 30,000 pages of correspondence” that went back and forth between Allen and Kelly. Twenty to thirty thousand pages. Tolkien didn’t write 20,000 pages in his whole life, and he wrote a lot. Agatha Christie or John Grisham may have hit the 20,000 mark, but I can’t think of too many others. That’s a whole hell of a lot of pages.
Assuming that 15,000 of those pages were from Allen to Kelly, and assuming he spent at least a minute per page (even though many of them were probably pictures of cats sleeping next to dogs with a quick LOL in the comment section, that still takes a few seconds), and assuming that in addition to writing e-mails to her, he was also taking the time to read the e-mails from her, we are talking about 30,000 minutes, roughly, which is 500 hours. When did he have time to work?
How many hours worth of correspondence did he send to President Obama? How many hours of correspondence did he send to his commanders in the field? Less, I’d imagine. A whole lot less.
I don’t know if he should be relieved of his command, but maybe they should take away his facebook account.
