Courtney Messerschmidt interviews Andrew Exum by deploying her signature rhetorical understatement:
When Captain Ex became exCaptain Ex and made the move into making his brain more bigger, it was easy for for funk obsessed critics to dismiss the new millennium's wunder killer kind as another of CNAS cadres Das Unaussprechlichen COIN Külten's expert killers of killers who were sweetly turning AFPAK into a safe word.
That's a pretty killer sentence. I rarely feel as old as I do when I read Great Satan's Girlfriend, whose author was born in the 90s, especially when she (ironically? seriously? serironically?) uses this Motley Crue spawn called Black Veil Brides as a prism into the complexities of the defense world. (That's not me knocking the player or the game, since I've done much the same thing for going on eight years now, although obviously I have infinitely better taste.)
Anyway, Ex flips it on her and kind of tells Courtney to get off his lawn:
"You know, Moqtada al-Sadr and I really fell out as friends when Uncle Tupelo broke up. I prefer Wilco to Son Volt, but Moqtada can’t stand Jeff Tweedy and thinks he’s pompous. We’ve just never been able to speak in a civil manner since, oh, 1995 or so."
Boom roasted. Back in Ex's day, the kids listened to quality music. (Extra points for having Moqtada take Jay Farrar's side.)