In which Chili gets all judgmental and self-righteous and shit. You were warned.
SO. I haven’t been paying very close attention to the whole David Patraeus mess. To be honest a) I really don’t care all that much about it and b) it doesn’t affect me at all and I have other things on my mind right now. I feel like I’ve heard just enough to be confused over the whole sordid mess.
I was thinking in the shower this morning (well, I was showering, too, but admit it; a lot of good thinking gets done in the shower, doesn’t it?) trying to put into order all of the confusing twists of the story. The other day, I learned that the military has a rule against adultery. If you’re caught having sexual relationship with someone who is not your spouse (or with someone who has a spouse) you can be kicked out of the military and imprisoned for up to a year.
Huh. So, apparently, the military feels strongly enough about decent, honorable behavior that it wrote into its laws that adultery is a no-no. Who knew?
I’ve written before about when the personal becomes public (and if – and when – it should be an issue in whether or not someone loses his or her job). I really have no opinion on whether or not Petraeus should have kept his position because I don’t know if he compromised his professional self in the affair. I’m content to leave that determination to people whose job it is to determine such things.
Here’s what I DO know, though, and I know it good; people who have affairs are cowards. They’re selfish and thoughtless and childish and cruel. The betrayal – the conscious, deliberate betrayal – of someone who trusts you – someone you once promised fidelity – is, in my mind, despicable. There’s no excuse for that behavior. None. If you’re not mature and responsible and decent enough to end one relationship honorably before beginning a new one, then you deserve all the pain and shame that comes with adultery. Plus a little more.