One thing we really know, in an era when blue-haired Ukrainian women have racked up bodycounts of literally hundreds of Russian soldiers using drones, is that PT scores are more important than ever. Lyudmilla just never got that memo, dumb DEI hire bitch. Those pesky russkies are still deader than Saint Charlie, but they for sure would have been a lot more deader if Lyudmilla could only do 20 pullups from a dead-hang.
During Kegseth's speech, I loved those little half-smirk, pause-for-effect moments when he delivers his 'applause lines', to absolute silence. I know with absolute certainty that when he stood in front of his mirror, on the back end of a fifth of whisky and an 8-ball, that the speech was received very differently, in his fervent imagination. Absolutely guaranteed, in his mind, there were generals like, not just nodding, but like chucking each other on the shoulder in glee, fist-bumping each other and doing little mini-salutes to Kegseth with index and forefinger to temple like they're in a bar with him and he's just bought rounds for the whole bar.
But then, I'm also pretty sure that at some point, and probably frequently, Kegseth has imagined himself in an 'Ops Room' (he fucken loves that phrase) about to authorise some kind of action, and he looks upon the awed, silent crowd of military commanders, and he says
Brothers, what we do in life echoes in eternity.... (pause for effect.....)
On my signal.... (pause for effect.....) unleash hell *laughter and fawning applause*
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