Fat Generals Are the Problem!
Hegseth's Absurdity Masks a Far Scarier Issue
The military historian Dennis Showalter once told me that he didn’t care about the amount of fat around a general’s belly—he cared about the fat between a general’s ears. It was a telling quip, and one that highlights the shortsighted nature of Pete Hegseth’s emphasis on fitness and military bearing to the generals and admirals he assembled yesterday.
(By the way, what about Trump as commander-in-chief. Is he going to exercise and lose weight? Good luck with that one, Pomade Pete.)
Of course, physical fitness is important in military settings, especially if you’re at the pointy end of the spear, as they say in the military. But America’s senior leaders today are not “boy generals” like George Armstrong Custer in the U.S. Civil War. They are men and women in their fifties and early sixties, presumably promoted for their integrity, knowledge, insight, skill, and experience, not because they can still run sub-six minute miles or perform 100 pushups.
(Aside: It might be time to buy stock in Ozempic and similar drugs used for weight loss.)
Recall all the media praise showered on William Westmoreland, David Petraeus, and Stanley McChrystal. These three generals were lauded for their physical fitness and military bearing, their “spartan” qualities as warriors. And they all demonstrated strategic mediocrity in fighting and losing the Vietnam, Afghan, and Iraq Wars. They may not have had flabby bellies, but they had flabby minds.
Hegseth is all about “warrior” image over substance. Don’t get me wrong: I think everyone should exercise if they can, and being substantially overweight isn’t healthy. When I was in my early forties and a lieutenant colonel, I ran with the troops and did pushups and sit ups. But there’s a lot more to military effectiveness than being “a lean mean fighting machine.”
But I’ll admit I’m burying the lede here. Trump and Hegseth’s message to senior leaders was far more disturbing than complaints about a fat and woke military. Here’s what I sent to a friend about this:
The “national security” state has kept our country in a state of permanent war since 1947. Trump and Hegseth are just ripping the facade of “security” away and replacing it with “war.”
“Peace” is the word that dare not speak its name. And “war,” of course, has come to the streets of America, with troops deployed to Portland next. Add that to the many police who got their initial training in the military and the rapid expansion of ICE along with detention centers and it’s obvious how the war on terror has truly become global since now the focus is on terror in America.
We are reaping what we sowed ...
I was then asked for a more formal comment and came up with this:
The statements of Trump and Hegseth show that the “global” war on terror was and is truly global (as well as permanent) because that war has now come home to America’s cities. Now places like LA and Portland are to be pacified by American “warriors” and warfighters, with detention centers (concentration camps) for those who resist. President Dwight D. Eisenhower was never more right or prescient when he noted, “Only Americans can hurt America.”
Trump and Hegseth see America’s streets as a battleground for the U.S. military against “the enemy within.” The real enemy to democracy, of course, is the very deployment of troops to the streets. American colonists launched a revolution 250 years ago partly because they didn’t want the king’s troops among them as enforcers.
Anyone who doesn’t see the fundamental dangers of Trump and Hegseth’s actions to democracy and our Constitutional rights truly has some flab between their ears.




Check out this article by Bill Hartung about Trump, Hegseth, and the politicization of the military: https://inkstickmedia.com/the-us-military-isnt-a-political-weapon-but-trump-and-hegseth-are-using-it-like-one/
[I just pounded out the following skit before reading Bill's article or any other comments. If something like this shows up on "Saturday Night Live," remember you saw it here first!]
[fade in] THE SCENE: A gym at The Pentagon, 8 AM on a weekday. Two dozen GENERALS, including the Joint Chiefs of Staff (right in front row) are assembled in formation. They wear sweatshirts indicating their branch of the armed forces, sweatpants and expensive athletic shoes. Some are rather pudgy. Those who don’t dye their hair are showing a good deal of gray. Some are soaked in perspiration and breathing heavily. They bear no insignia of rank. On a raised wooden platform in the front stands War Secretary PETE HEGSETH. He is attired in camouflage pattern gym shorts, a “Trump/Vance 2028” t-shirt and classic Converse All-Star sneakers, which he has been informed are very fashionable at this time. Though he has been leading the troops thru all the exercises, like a proper Drill Instructor, his skin is still bone dry, not a bead of sweat to be seen.
HEGSETH: Alright men—and [sneering] I use the term advisedly for some of you—we’ve come to your favorite part of the workout! What’s your favorite PT exercise, men?
GENERALS (in unison more or less): The push-up, sir!
HEGSETH: I can’t hear you, maggots!! What’s your favorite exercise?!
GENERALS (louder now): THE PUSH-UP, SIR!!
HEGSETH: That’s better. Barely!
VOICE AMONG THE GENERALS (muttered under breath): Christ, doesn’t this jerk understand I’m 68 damned years old?!
HEGSETH: What was that?!? Am I not up here doing this workout right along with you, and counting off the reps? The next noise of dissent is gonna cost one of you lard-asses your sweet pension!! Understood?
GENERALS: Yes sir!
HEGSETH: Sound off like you got a pair, damn it! Do you understand?!
GENERALS: YES SIR!!
HEGSETH: But before we start your favorite exercise, tell me what we are!
GENERALS: Warriors, sir!!
HEGSETH: And what is the purpose of the warrior, maggots?!
GENERALS: To kill, sir!!
HEGSETH: What?!? Louder!!
GENERALS: TO KILL, SIR!!
HEGSETH: And in whose name do we kill, you warriors?!?
GENERALS (some voices lacking enthusiasm): Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! Sir!
HEGSETH: I better hear that twice as loud, you pussies, or you’ll be doing extra laps around the gym!! So I ask again, in whose name do we kill?!?
GENERALS: OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST! SIR!!
[fade to oblivion]