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Hastings listens in as McChrystal, who hates fancy restaurants, expresses his anguish at the compulsory dinner date he has with a French cabinet minister. “I’d rather have my ass kicked by a roomful of people than go out to this dinner,” the general says. An aide to the general calls the dinner date “fucking gay.” A top McChrystal aide deliberately mishears the last name of the vice president as “Bite Me.
It does beg the question, why would someone so clearly unlikable not have better handlers. McChrystal reportedly got drunk and just let himself get all kinds of obnoxious with a reporter whose presence – something to do with the Iceland thingie – is ubiquitous.
On McChrystal’s first meeting with President Obama:
According to sources familiar with the meeting, McChrystal thought Obama looked “uncomfortable and intimidated” by the roomful of military brass. 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.”
Ouch. At one time or another a subordinate has felt similarly to McChrystal, but usually that means venting to coworkers at a dive bar after work and – not say – into a hot mic or reporter’s Moleskine. After reading the article, McChrystal reminds me of every middle manager – who eventually gets shitcanned – I’ve ever had the misfortune of working for.