Oh that vicious, sneaky, bastardly Swiss army…But that’s not what this is about.
A few things about this little exchange strike me as contradictory. Who is really shocked that the hardened old man selected to lead a major military operation doesn’t wax eloquent about life, love, and all his colleagues? You mean to tell me his number one priority isn’t getting the troops out so they can have a nice lounge on the grass and get on with being vegetarian? Since when does the president read Rolling Stone and fire everyone who says anything insulting and/or stupid? Finally, according to this, the ill-fated interview was conducted in Paris where the writer and McChrystal were stranded by Eyjafjallajökull. You think you hate Iceland? I bet McChrystal really hates Iceland.