Is It Just Me?

We all daydream, right? Ever have that one where you're galloping along...

...leading a band of blood-crazed horsemen through a village, and you watch in amusement as some wretch stumbles from the burning ruin of his hut before you run him through, adding your spear to the three already protruding from his back, staring with grim satisfaction as his pathetic, useless life burbles away in the dirt?

Or is it just me?

I had this very vision after I read a few of the comments made on another blog concerning a post about the court martial of the three Navy SEALs charged with failing to safeguard a prisoner. (The charges, by the way, are complete dreck, and hopefully will be dismissed without incident.)

This particular wretch is not only fully convinced of the SEALs guilt, he demands the "so-called soldiers" (which is utterly clueless: SEALs are Navy, not Army, and therefore not soldiers) be punished to the full extent of the law. In addition, he believes our military is made up entirely of loose cannons that should be expected to kowtow to whatever ridiculous regulations the international community lays down; as a final flourish, he also believes that each military unit should have a "political officer", answerable only to the president, permanently embedded, to make sure said regulations are strictly adhered to by our forces.

I'm not kidding. He said that. Look here.

Political officers in military units. Hmm. Wonder how that would work out?

I'm guessing it would work out very much like it did in the Red Army during WWII, where each unit was assigned a commissar, a political officer that had the authority to execute any soldier he deemed was lacking in proper party attitude. You know, the guys who set up machine guns behind their own lines, not for the purpose of killing the enemy, but to gun down any soldier that tried to run, even if they were being over-run and had a legitimate excuse to retreat? Remember those guys? And this absolute fuck thinks that would be a good idea for the American military.

Hence my vision.

I'm starting to think I should have let my reverie go on a bit longer. I hope I didn't miss myself braining him with an axe while he writhed in the mud...