“Me so horny, me love you long time”: The Phallo-Fascism of an Anthropologist in the Academilitary

Eros and thanatos, meeting, in such a loving, lustful embrace. This post will appear to contain echoes of that earlier post, on the romance of anthropology and how to get public attention. It will give the notion of a “surge” a whole new twist, or perhaps I should say rinse.

The newest revelations of the private side of “military anthropology” tend to reconfirm what a number of us have been thinking about those who would prostitute knowledge in return for recognition and rewards from the towering penile implants of power, such as the Pentagon. And with a mouth swollen with such rewards, and a face dripping with newfound recognition, the only trouble some have is in deciding between savoring and swallowing (spitting is not an option).

She loves a man in uniform (well, of course we already knew that about Montgomery McFate, the Condoleeza Rice of anthropology who has championed the cause of integrating anthropologists in counterinsurgency missions, known as the Human Terrain System). McFate, writing under the name “Pentagon Diva”, has been “outed” by Elle, More, and now Wired’s Danger Room as the author of a sexually flirtatious blog called “I luv a man in a uniform.”

The current post (from June 15, 2008), as I check the blog, is about David Kilcullen, another face in the Rogues Gallery of social scientists who have championed counterinsurgency work for academics. The photo shows a man with his face hidden behind a banner that says “killer” — no but “killer” in the good sense(?) (Oddly enough, she identifies him as having a PhD in anthropology, which he does not, but that is inconsequential anyway: members of the street-walking profession see themselves as all alike.)

Now, when the Diva first met Dave, she wondered naturally, whether he wore his holster on the left or the right… but it quickly became apparent that Dave has so much hoo-0-ah juice that females naturally bend over and expose their back-seamed fishnet stockings for his delectation and approval.

McFate has apparently learned enough from her gender and sexuality courses in anthropology — and let me stop to thank Yale University once again for unleashing this little darling onto the world — to know how to turn them inside out. Indeed, I myself often “joke” with students that, “If you want to learn the arts of dictatorship, repression, and control, you can find all the answers in anthropology, especially in the more radical courses.”

McFate believes that dogs also share her love of a man in uniform. Now this is really offensive, to dogs, because it’s also not true. My dogs, like those of others who report the same, instinctively hate anyone in any kind of uniform — nature’s good sense, always acknowledged by me with a quiet “good boy” and a pat on the head. Of course this has a lot to do with upbringing as well. Unlike certain parents, I don’t raise dogs to become whores. And no, I don’t mind married women like McFate drooling over the swollen, smelly glands of men in blood stained uniforms — this is all about showing those Islamo-Fascists what a superior, civilized culture looks like. And what it smells and feels like too, for that matter.

The Pentagon Diva, aka McFate, aka McFellate, asks important questions on her blog too, it’s not all silly sexual innuendo. She asks the very reasonable, sober question, “Why is Admiral Eric Olson so freakin’ HOT?” She doesn’t answer that one clearly, but mentions her love of warhammers, and her love of neo-paganism. Aw, Adolf would have been proud to have spawned such a child from beyond his 1945 bunker:

we’ve had the neo-cons, and now it’s time for the neo-pagans. Some neo-paganism would really liven up the scene at the Pentagon! Just think, we could roast some pigs in a fire pit at Ground Zero, drink psychotropic reindeer urine, raid the State Department in our long boats, and sacrifice some virgins in the E Ring…. And we need a foreign policy to go with our new neo-paganism. I think Conan really summed it up best. When asked the question: what is best in life? Conan replied: “To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of the women.” Forget all this nonsense about nation-building – I want Thor the Admiral to crush MY enemies!!!

In answering another critical question, “Why is Paul Van Riper so screamingly HOT????“, (it’s because he looks like a Roman Senator, she says — for some people debauchery and blood lust really gets the man in the boat all wet), she refers to ordinary Americans in these terms: “the glorious, overweight, self-complacent American populace.”

At least she still loves the Americans who count, such as General David Petraeus, about whom she writes: “A man with posture like that can do it to me anytime!”

McFate tells Elle she has been accused of prostituting the science, and she may be playing up to that deliberately, seeing that her blog is a testament to such prostitution. A joke about a joke about a joke? I don’t think McFate means anything on that blog to be taken seriously. I just find it funny that it adds another dimension to her lust for power — but that lust for power, and capital, remains unchanged, joke or not. Or perhaps she is sick of it all, and wants to get fired. Regardless, I also find it…funny…that there is such a coincidence between her persona and that of Stanley Kubrick script. In that vein, McFate, here is the video that clearly inspired your path in life: