A nation must think before it acts.
Maybe we should have seen it coming.
In his 2012 book, The Operators, Michael Hastings writes about a conversation that Michael Flynn had with General Stanley McCrystal and a few others in the back room of a Mexican restaurant in Berlin. This was back when Barack Obama was president and well before Flynn entered Trump’s orbit. The group was drinking pitchers of beer, and while McCrystal was nursing his glass, Flynn was less restrained.
“I worship the God of beer,” Flynn joked, and pretended to “prostrate himself across the table when the waitress brought another pitcher,” Hastings writes.