And how do you know this? Seriously?
Do you even have a clue? I am a friend of the Bales. The most important thing we are telling people is:
The facts are NOT out. Please wait. Even the army hasn't stated what they know; to do so would be a violation of the UCMJ for the commanders on up.
There will surely be a serious investigation. Until then, do understand that not one thing you've cited are facts but rather here-say talk from unanimous sources propagated by the Dear Leader's liberal friends in media. They are desperately trying to ensure that no one points a single finger of blame at Obama, and certainly that the sheep doesn't question him.
At this moment, we haven't even been offically told that Bob has done ANYTHING.
“And how do you know this? Seriously?”
I would throw the question right back at you. According to Bales’ wife, she knows only what has been reported in the media - elements of which I mentioned. How is it you know more than the spouse?
The French have known the facts since the days of the Foreign Legion in the North African deserts:
The Foreign Legion has manufactured a special expression of its own for this mental state “Cafard.” The “cafard” reigned. The cafard of the Foreign Legion, a near relative to tropical madness, is a collective name for all the inconceivable stupidities, excesses and crimes which tormented nerves can commit. The English language has no word for this condition. In “cafard” murder hides, and suicide and mutiny; it means self mutilation and plan-less flight out into the desert; it is the height of madness and the depth of despair. All idiocy in the Legion is called “cafard”. A legionnaire is gloomy, sitting sullenly on his bed for hours, speaking to no one. If you ask him what is the matter, he will answer with a gross insult. He sits thinking all the time and does the queerest things. He has the “cafard.” His madness may turn into a senseless explosion or fit of fury; men suffering from “cafard” will run a bayonet through their comrade’s body, without any reason, without any outward cause. Sometimes they rush out into the desert, sometimes they tear every piece of their outfit into rags, just to vex themselves and others thoroughly. The “cafard” is at its worst in the hot season when the sun burns down relentlessly from the cloudless, deep blue sky, with the strange greenish coloring of the horizon peculiar to Algeria. Then the barrack-yard of the Foreign Legion lies deserted. It is so hot that the stones on the yellow clayey ground seem to move in the glimmering overheated air. The legionnaire sentries wear the flowing white neck-protector, and have stuffed wet cloths into their kepis.