General John Kelly, Trump Stooge, is No Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Vindman, Patriot
Alexander Vindman showed more balls in one day than John Kelly ever has when it comes to Trump.
Vindman did not nod and wink about Trump. He didn’t whisper it over drinks at the Hay Adams to reporters. He didn’t mutter into his drink about that sumbitch. No, Vindman did something.
It was Vindman who followed the rules, reported Trump’s call to his superiors and then obeyed a lawful and appropriate subpoena before putting his hand up to sweat to tell the truth to Congress—and then delivered it.
It was Vindman who took the full blast of the President’s wrath, and endured the abuse from the Trump Twitter mob.
Vindman did it knowing full well he’d be in Trump’s sights, well, forever. He knew he’d always be a part of the narrative of Trumpian conspiracy mongering, and have to endure being accused of everything from being a Deep State Soros sleeper agent to a foreign spy. He did it knowing he’d put his promotion to Colonel on the line, and his career in the Army in immediate jeopardy, all to do the right thing.
Vindman saw something, and said something. Kelly saw plenty, and kept it to himself for more than two years.
If you’re inside the White House claiming to be a grown-up, for some reason, or a calming factor and nothing ever changes, reconsider the predicates of your argument, for they are quite patently insufficient.
The ship of state is rudderless, and its crew members are fanatics, one and all, grubby little ass-kissers, balls-washers, and jock-sniffers all telling Donald Trump he is the the tallest, thinnest, smartest, and sexiest man to ever hold the Office of the President. We expect nothing more than their silence, or their lies.
We expected more of a man like Kelly.
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