I was gonna offer some commentary on Colin Powell’s death, but Aesop beat me to it, and says it way better than I could’ve.
Had he retired after being Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, after Gulf War I, he would have been a respected military hero and genius strategist, for winning a 6-week war capped by a 3-day ground game, and devastating the retro-armed and bloated half-assed army of the biggest pain in the ass in that quadrant of the globe in decades, for the relatively modest cost of less than 300 American dead.
Instead, he fulfilled his Peter Principle destiny, promoted not to a great SecDef, a job at which he would have excelled, but rather to being a mediocre Secretary of State, who helped get us into two more pointless wars, and materially contributing to the total waste of the lives of over 6700 US troops, 8000 private contractors, and the suicides of over 30,000 former US servicemen since the war’s end. We won’t know the final toll until we find out how many US citizens have been killed since the abrupt abandonment of Afghanistan, and the last OIF/OEF veteran eats his own gun. That’s a lot of blood on the hands of just one incompetent affirmative-action hire. I hope he wore bermuda shorts and a t-shirt to the afterlife, because it’s likely to be pretty hot were he’s gone.
All for a foreign policy strategy for Mesopotamia more appropriate for running a Pottery Barn.
But he got his vaxx, and it availed about as well for him as his foreign policy did for the U.S.
And some people say the universe doesn’t have a sense of humor.
Annnd that’s a wrap. There is ONE nice thing I can think of to say about him, though: Condi Rice, his successor at State, was probably worse.