I don’t condone the Generals actions. I don’t think any of us do. I also don’t particularly care.
Can you imagine Winston Churchill stepping down during the war because of his infidelity? Or even being elected in modern times with a documented history of bi-polar disorder? Mental illness can be cured and/or managed in modern times but we are now more prejudiced against it than before. Yet Winston was the man for the job, and thank God for that, despite his indiscretions.
I can’t. Bi-polar and a cad that he was, Churchill finished the job. Think about that – now it is more honorable to leave your post during wartime than fade the heat and finish the job.
While personally having never crossed the line, I’ve also never been the President and never encountered a creature like the one below. I’ll tell you now that I wouldn’t cross the line. I love my wife and family too much. But tell me this creature would not require a Herculean effort to not invite in for dinner?
“You know what you two kids are? You’re my two sweethearts. My two best sweethearts in the whole world.”
I’m not criticizing Petraeus but rather our cultural expectations, cultural weaknesses that now limit the pool of leaders. Steal a few million? Cool. You went to Harvard I guess and they don’t have an honor code so we’re cool with that.
Rich developer, funnels Hundreds of Mil through a Pac and change your position on everything? That’s cool. But a DUI or the appearance of impropriety, guilty or not, and you are OUT. To the detriment of our country. I don’t know John Edwards at all. I know nothing about him. He might be a great leader. We’ll never know.
Bill Clilnton? The last President to balance the budget and while I’m sure it wasn’t easy, even Hillary found a way to reconcile. I’m not saying Clinton was a Churchill by any means. I’m just saying that among my friends, male or female, …
I’m pretty sure we’d all pay close attention if Marilyn sang “Happy Birthday Mr. President” to us. It’s just a cup of coffee, a piece of cake, and karaoke, right?
What impressed me wasn’t so much the U.S. Open Trophy in a niche in a side hallway., his intense workouts at a threadbare high school track or his no-nonsense practice sessions on a humble court carved out of a hillside. Rather, what touched me was how he cared, how he sweated the make-or-break details of his grassroots foundation and how he listened and lent support to his young wife who was then struggling in Hollywood.
The kid who was once half-boy and half-wizard was now caring, thoughtful, giving. Ultimately, Roddick was America’s warrior, a ferocious battler whose intensity sucked up all the oxygen in the room. You felt it in row Z.
Now it is hard to imagine the American game without our leader. But there is no choice. Like one of his 144 mph servers down the T. Austin Andy announced his retirement with speed and certainty – and all of a sudden, the American men’s game seems a bit of a blur.
Our wizard has vanished.
– Bill Simons, The Man Who Chased Geniuses, Inside Tennis, Nov/Dec 2012
Nadia Ali – Love Story (Sultan & Ned Shepard MolnarBe Remix Edit)