Thank you, Petraeus
I would like to thank publicly the highly decorated four-star general David Howell Petraeus. His military CV is impressive: in brief, and only focusing on his last commands, he was Commander of the United States Central Command, and as Commanding General, Multi-National Force – Iraq, Petraeus oversaw all coalition forces in Iraq. Then he was Commander of the International Security Assistance Force and Commander, U.S. Forces Afghanistan. His last assignment was as Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, yes, the CIA. That brilliant career was interrupted in 2012 by the revelation of an extramarital affair between Petraeus and some Paula Broadwell. Thus, he was forced to resign, also because it seems that he passed confidential info to her lover. A few days ago, in fact, there was the news that the FBI and the prosecutor for the U.S. Justice Department have recommended that the retired general faces felony charges for passing classified information to his former mistress. Now, I think that all that is personal should be considered personal and, of course, all that affects national security is altogether a different and serious matter, which I cannot discuss and about which I have no right to argue.
So, why do I feel the need to thank the general in this cultural blog? Because Petraeus gave back hope to us, to all normal people, private citizens, non-VIPs. As I said in a previous article on Beyond Thirty-Nine, I read the book Body of Secrets: Anatomy of the Ultra-Secret National Security Agency by James Bamford, which opens an incredible window over the world of the secret services and is a strong key to understanding the last fifty years of history. The book confirms the opinion that today privacy doesn’t exist any more, that all our emails, calls and communications are controlled and filtered and filed, that each one of us is naked and powerless in front of the terrific technology developed by the worldwide secret agencies. There is an infinite number of books on this subject, but Body of Secrets is something special and professional. In any case it represents another important piece for understanding the puzzle of the endless underground wars. “There is no hope for you,” is the clear message of the book, “whoever you are, wherever you think you can hide yourself, whatever is your country, your language and belief, you are no one, you have no defence!”
Then I saw the pictures of General Petraeus and Paula Broadwell. I urge you to look at these pictures with attention. Yes, I come from a Mediterranean island where the familiar and extra-familiar dynamics are well internalised, where culture encompasses the most various details of human sentiments and sins, and where suspicion is a part of the air that we breath. However, the question is immediate: how didn’t you imagine an affair between David and Paula looking at those pictures? It is so evident, unmistakable!
So, hope rises again. Because, by looking at those pictures, it is clear that the CIA doesn’t own three fundamental apps: ‘Mother-in-law’s sight’, able to understand, with just a look, whether there is the smell of sinful sex and whether the son-in-law or the daughter-in-law is innocent or not; ‘In arte coddanzina’, which in the Sardinia language means sex and the methods and the tricks that you can use to hide your sex affair – an app that I strongly suggest; and especially the Mediterranean best seller software ‘A hair of a pussy is more powerful than a cart of oxen’, which explains the reasons, motivations and background behind 92% of historical events.
So, again, there is space for privacy, there is hope! Thank you, Petraeus.
And, immediately, discouragement explodes when I realise that the FBI, instead, the hated FBI, which doesn’t get its hands dirty but checks and judges the honest workers of the CIA, owns those three apps and certainly used them to discover David and Paula’s affair.
Ok, you tried, dear Petraeus, and that’s something. You didn’t want to damage your family or your country, I’m sure, but only to demonstrate – by sacrificing yourself on the altar of Venus – that a man, no matter how many stars he has, has the right of his privacy, of his dreams and mistakes. And, talking between us, Paula’s piece of ass deserved that sacrifice, no doubt.
PS: By the way, my sincere praise to America, capable of discussing, and suing too, a national glory, as General David Howell Petraeus was, the powerful director of the CIA. This is an incontrovertible proof of greatness.