Here, McCrystal has to go to a diplomatic dinner -- with the French!
"The dinner comes with the position, sir," says his chief of staff, Col. Charlie Flynn.And when he first met Obama, I guess the President didn't seem to know about his awesomeness:
McChrystal turns sharply in his chair.
"Hey, Charlie," he asks, "does this come with the position?"
McChrystal gives him the middle finger.
Their first one-on-one meeting took place in the Oval Office four months later, after McChrystal got the Afghanistan job, and it didn't go much better. "It was a 10-minute photo op," says an adviser to McChrystal. "Obama clearly didn't know anything about him, who he was. Here's the guy who's going to run his fucking war, but he didn't seem very engaged. The Boss was pretty disappointed."He has surrounded himself with drunks, yes-men and yahoos who keep telling each other how brilliant they all are:
Though it is his and Annie's 33rd wedding anniversary, McChrystal has invited his inner circle along for dinner and drinks . . . The general's staff is a handpicked collection of killers, spies, geniuses, patriots, political operators and outright maniacs. . . .By midnight at Kitty O'Shea's, much of Team America is completely shitfaced.He seems to think he is the only person who does anything right:
In private, Team McChrystal likes to talk shit about many of Obama's top people on the diplomatic side. . . . At one point on his trip to Paris, McChrystal checks his BlackBerry. "Oh, not another e-mail from Holbrooke," he groans. "I don't even want to open it." He clicks on the message and reads the salutation out loud, then stuffs the BlackBerry back in his pocket, not bothering to conceal his annoyance.I hope Obama fires this guy. Our Canadian troops deserve better company.
"Make sure you don't get any of that on your leg," an aide jokes, referring to the e-mail.