Hegesth’s new fitness crusade lands like a kettlebell to the teeth of flag officers and grunts alike.

Line troops get body-taped, charted, and scolded while the real heavyweight, a lumbering beast called Waste, waddles through the vault and sips taxpayer money smoothies through a golden straw.

It is a carnival trick. Shake the turnstile kid for pocket change while the pickpocket in the tuxedo wheels out the safe. Of course, all our troops must be in top fighting shape, but that’s not the point. How about the folks in DC laying off the double hot fudge sundaes for a little bit?

If accountability were a ruck march, the suits would hire a golf cart, claim a personal record, and bill mileage to the warfighter.

Addiction to the Easy Fix

Command loves a metric that it can measure wi

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