I do not question your qualifications for command. You doubtless have a firm handshake, a steely gaze, an imposing presence, and a perfect grasp of PowerPoint. But a general who is so afraid of feminists that he forces his troops to play dress-up, well, I mean, what if there is a real war?Where I disagree with Fred is his obvious outrage over the program and the broader dysfunction infecting the military. I say amplify the decades-long trend of lowering standards, accepting anyone who can fog a mirror, making everyone more sensitive to each other's feelings, and altering the military's focus from warfare to careerism. Such a military will be far less capable of invading distant countries that have not attacked us, let alone of turning its weapons on American citizens who increasingly resent being governed by a band of outlaws.
I applaud your forthrightness in bringing the doughboys out of the closet in those cute red heels. They are so precious! (By the way, have you considered foot-binding?) As a former Marine in Vietnamese days, I have always suspected the Army of being cross-dressers. How candid of you to confirm my suspicions.
True, traditionalists, and warriors, and cranky old Marines will say that you are just another sorry two-bit, peace-time, careerist politician of a pseudo-soldier who doesn’t have the balls to stand up to feminists and protect the service from becoming a display ad for Victoria’s Secret. I am shocked. How could they think such a thing?
Yes, Generral, yes. I understand. Putting GIs in those darling heels is supposed to provide some kind of uplift (though I believe brassieres are better for that). But I know perfectly well, and you may suspect—check with your dominatrix—that feminists get a hoot out of watching those macho men (ugh!) tottering around before the whole world in heels, like teen-age girls preparing for their first prom. "Heeeeeeeeeeeee-ha-ha." Likely every diesel-dyke in a Women’s Studies department is rolling on the floor. Tippy-toe. Tippy-tippy-toe. "Hey, Sheila, look what we made them do!"
A refuge for reflection during the twilight of the West . . . but also to rage against the dying of the light.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Soldiering Isn't What It Used To Be
Fred Reed skewers the Army for making men wear high heels in a sensitivity-training session worthy of a Stalinist HR department in corporate America. In an open letter to the Chief of Staff, Fred makes some humorous points:
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