BEING ROY NEARY: NEARY LIVES!(A Gonzo Dispatch from the Age of SecWar Hegseth - Part 1)Boiling Frogs BlogI didn’t expect him to return—not after all these years, not after I’d finally learned to keep the strange parts of my brain in their cage. Yet all it took was one text.
Thanksgiving morning.
Not a turkey GIF.
Not a “Happy Thanksgiving, brother!”
Not even a “we still on for libations?”
Just:
“What’s gonna happen with Hegseth?”I was wrestling an 18 lb. bird, checking the internal temperature, when the message landed. And then it stayed... circling my mind like a hawk that sensed fear or guilt or destiny or some combination thereof.
Indeed, what is going to happen to Secretary of War Pete Hegseth?
Years of introspection and the slow grind of modern life had marked my soul as deeply as they had left my hands mottled and spotted with age. I can ignore just about anything these days. But that question cut through all of it.
The neighbor who texted me, former military, tough enough to reenlist at the drop of a hat, was asking
me. Not his old CO. Not one of his retired buddies.
Me.
An “overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome” (to paraphrase somebody from my dim, murky memories of the ’ 70s), why
me?
“What’s gonna happen with Hegseth?”It felt less like a question and more like a signal flare.
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