They really are just that arrogant, just that out of touch, and just that stupid. That describes all the wokeratti. Disney thinks it can go to war with parents. Netflix thinks it can shove all kinds of disgusting perversity down the audience's throat. The senior ranks of the military demonize straight white men and Southerners most of all. All of them go miles out of their way to attack their most important constituents. All of them are suffering massively and will continue to suffer massively as a result. Netflix dropped 70%. Disney dropped 50%. The US military is just starting to feel the repercussions. It will get much worse.
The amazing thing is that they are surprised by this.
They really are just that arrogant,
When I talk to my sons and nephews about the Army, I strongly advise them to seek another career. It's not the same as when I was in, I knew my senior leaders had my back.
My last job in the Army was as a HQ Battery Cdr. I had my soldiers for an hour a day, the rest of the time they worked on CG Staff and 5 other directorates on Fort Bliss. My boss played favorites, and I wasn't in the "cabal". The day after I received my first OER from him, I put in my resignation paperwork.
All those bird Colonels in my battery? They wanted to know what the deal was, because we had built great relationships, and the job was getting done. They were shocked that I was resigning. Enough of a fecal storm was started by those Colonels to the point my boss wasn't recommended for Army War College. That meant he would not go farther than Colonel, no stars for him.
I had enough after 8 years, and battery commander was my last objective. All metrics that I could be judged on were excellent: 98.5% pass rate on the PT test, CG's Best Dining Facility, etc.
My problem was I went from a Battalion Commander I thrived on in Germany. He demanded intelligence, imagination, and independence from his officers. Sure, he chewed me out often, I was a 25 YO LT running his supply operations for a 600 man battalion, with an area of operations of over 1000 square miles. It was never personal, and it was forgotten five minutes later.
My boss at Fort Bliss was a micromanager, with a leadership style reminiscent of James Cagney in Mr. Roberts.