Spent my day reporting on something for Danger Room that I know you're going to like. Before I did -- well, while -- I wrote this catch-all reaction to the Panetta/Petraeus moves. But let's get a little cynical.
Let's say you're President Obama, or maybe National Security Adviser Tom Donilon. You're wary of David Petraeus as an independent political actor. Dude hasn't undermined the White House in public, and in fact has taken great pains not to, even as his security prerogatives win out in subtler battles. But you never know.
Your top defense officials are about to leave. Having already commanded two wars and held a combatant command, there ain't many places to put Petraeus. You'd vastly prefer him inside the tent pissing out, especially with a reelection campaign coming up. What you'd optimally prefer is total Petraeus Bladder Control.
If only there was a cabinet-level job where the principal is rarely seen and rarely heard. If only there was a cabinet-level job that would require him not to be as open to his sizable constituency in the press. If only there was a cabinet-level job that would preoccupy him with a challenge far from his comfort zone, knowing that he's the kind of guy who cannot help but throw himself into challenges far from his comfort zone. If only there was a cabinet-level job that would send him into the world of negotiating with foreign intel services, letting him scratch his strategy-making itch far from Washington and totally in the shadows.
Just saying. But even so, there's that famous quote from the latest Woodward book where Petraeus slugs some wine and opines that, as Jadakiss put it so well, he's still not to be fucked with.
(Did someone make this point several hours ago? While I was working on my day job? Ah well, no regrets.)