Apparently the imbecilic head of the secret service, Kimberly Cheatle, fell on her sword after getting roughed up in congress. I don’t think that was her plan, originally.
Personally, I think they should’ve brought in Aesop for the hammering:
Somebody made the decision to half-ass Trump’s protective detail all along.
Somebody made the decision, despite multiple requests from the campaign, not to increase Trump’s protective detail.
Somebody decided, despite clear and credible threats of an Iranian assassination plot, not to increase Trump’s detail in the days prior to the Butler assassination attempt.
Somebody decided to deliberately and knowingly lie about that, and claim that just the opposite had happened.
Somebody on Trump’s detail made the jackassical decision to place the nearest building to Trump’s podium outside Secret Service responsibility, against all common sense and basic SOP.
Somebody made the jackassical decision not to put Secret Service countersnipers on top of that very building.
Somebody made the decision to not have everyone on the same radio frequencies, and not to have liaison officers from all agencies in each others’ command posts, to literally make sure everyone was on the same page at all times during the event.
Somebody made the decision to pull all of Trump’s actual Secret Service bodyguards from him at this event, and replace them with fat-assed, half-assed, untrained and unqualified fifth-string security bumpkins from DHS. And just pretend Trump was being protected by the Secret Service.
Somebody failed to cordon off the AGR building in question, and prevent any random access to the building by people like RTA Fucktard.
Somebody made the decision to put the local po-po who were supposed to be on top of the building inside the building, where they could see and do nothing.
There’s way more. Somebody decided to have the press there, on live TV. Someone decided not to record the radio comms, which I gather is usually done.
Questions…
Or she had answers, but would be prosecuted if she told them. That’s my guess.
You know, I spent decades in IT, most of it at a C-level. Let me told you a story, although it happened many, many times.
I worked as a network engineer in a medical lab. It had a large data center, and a smaller one in the same building, that had some backup gear. In this case, a node from the massive Tandem Himalaya in the big room. One day, a fat ass electrician was working in the backup room, bent over, and his ass hit some fiber connectors, the umbilical (so to speak) to the main machine, snapping the fiber.
The executive freak-out was epic. That was a chunk of the machine that printed money. It can’t go down. I rummaged through my spares and replaced the jumper. Then came the meeting – on the carpet.
- What the hell happened?
- Why did it happen?
- What are you doing to make sure it never happens again?
I have many similar situations in different companies. But the end result is those three questions asked by the top dog.
Answers?
You had better have them. No one is exempt.
Inspected By Pat 