Thinking Capped

Friends Don't Let Friends Drink and Think

Pete Hegseth is a drunk and has no business being in charge of a lemonade stand, never mind the largest, most lethal war machine in history of the world. All his performative blustering and haranguing anyone who dares to question him can’t hide what remains in plain sight: he’s an incompetent boob who is in way over his head. I hesitate calling him a joke, because all of the harm he has caused (and is still causing) is hardly a joke.

Since the Democratic Party can’t seem to rouse itself to get rid of him, all I can hope for is that Pete the Drunk hits such a low bottom that even his mouth-breathing boss will realize that he has to cut Pete loose. And when that happens, I sincerely hope Pete gets all the support he needs get sober and stay sober. Sadly, in this case, I’m afraid past performance will likely guarantee future results. Pete the Drunk will probably remain tied at the hip to John Barleycorn. I just pray that he doesn’t drag the rest of us down with him in his three-legged race to hell.