David Petraeus (nicknamed Peaches as a teenager) has seen a good bit of shittiness in his career, but I get the feeling he ain't seen nothin' compared with the enormity of what's coming down on him now.
So far, it's been just kind of interesting to watch the Villagers as they cluck their tongues and wag their fingers at him, acting shocked that he'd let himself in for something like this. I get the feeling that a bunch of 'em knew about it (or at least suspected it - because they go to the same parties as all of the players in this High School Fuck-Around Melodrama) and now they get to pretend they're not just jumping up and down on the guy's head yelling, "See? I told you this'd blow up in your face, and you'd end up helping us sell a shitoad of diapers and deodorant". For the Press Poodles, this is way better than the standard Dead White Girl story any day.
My take: unless there's a serious threat to People or Mission, I don't care if he's fucking frogs. Everything else is just Reality Porn you can get on basic cable 24/7.
Not that this is related - well maybe, but barely:
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