With so much going on in the news this hardly received much attention, but my husband sure did notice. Admiral William Moran, who was about to be ceremonially installed as Chief of Naval Operations, suddenly and abruptly retired. (He was forced out) According to sources, his lack of fitness for the position was evidenced by the fact that he maintained correspondence with another officer who was himself drummed out of the Navy.
That guy’s “crime” was inappropriate behavior which included dressing up as Santa at a Christmas party, drinking too much and slapping a woman’s behind. I guess the powers that be felt Moran’s continued conversations with ‘Santa’ showed lack of judgement.
Add this now vacant spot to several others..including Secretary of State. Seems the guy who was tapped to take over that position also resigned (right after being picked) due to a “tumultuous” divorce several years prior. I guess he figured ‘someone’ would dig up dirt and he didn’t want himself or his family dragged through the political ‘fun-house’ also known as a confirmation hearing..(see Kavanaugh)
We are at such an interesting point in our American story aren’t we? The path to the top of one’s profession now includes a biographical colonoscopy where the number of beers consumed at homecoming 35 years ago is considered relevant and potentially disqualifying. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t survive the gauntlet; neither would a large chunk of facebook users.
For a society that’s becoming increasingly secular, we sure are becoming more puritan. Not only are sinless lives required of those aspiring to leadership, but the punishment for not reaching that standard (and daring to accept a nomination anyway) is public humiliation and scorched earth, total career destruction.
Just think of all the good and qualified, imperfect people who will never, ever, ever apply.
What a hopeless, unforgiving, draconian future we are creating. And while most of us aren’t guilty of being pitch fork carrying participants in these rabid witch hunts, we may (if we’re honest) be guilty of some sharp finger pointing from the safe perches behind our laptops.