Re the demand by General Petraeus’ non-mistress, Jill Kelley, for “diplomatic protection” at her Florida home, this is the old history-repeats-itself trajectory at record speed — Benghazi as tragedy, Tampa as trouser-dropping sex comedy. According to that TV report:
As the call ends, she makes an apparent reference to her role at MacDill Air Force Base, which the Associated Press has described as an “unpaid social liaison.”
“You know, I don’t know if by any chance, because I’m an honorary consul general, so I have inviolability, so they should not be able to cross my property. I don’t know if you want to get diplomatic protection involved as well,” she told the 911 dispatcher, who agreed to pass the information along to police.
Mrs. Kelley is not a “consul general.” She is to accredited diplomats as our old chum Dr. Michael Mann is to Nobel laureates. She was apparently given a certificate by CentCom as an “honorary ambassador” — the sort of baloney the U.S. government does far too much of. Hence, the present absurdity:
On the one hand, a real ambassador at a real consulate under siege calls Washington for help and gets crickets chirping.
On the other, a fantasy ambassador who declares her own home her personal consulate gets untold hours of attention from the U.S. commander in Afghanistan and the director of the CIA, both of whom also have time to intervene in her twin sister’s custody case. As Victor asks below:
How did a single Jill Kelley warrant hundreds of hours of chat time from our highest generals, engaged in a life and death struggle in the war against terror and Afghanistan? Who was not consulted, not advised, not ordered — in order to free up time for Kelley and Broadwell?
Maybe one of Mrs. Kelley’s four-star pals could dispatch a drone or two to hover over her front yard.