If I may, Johnny: one of my prime offenders was an Army psychiatrist to whom I was assigned after having been gang raped and assaulted. HE HIMSELF was a rapist. Yet the military would have taken his testimony over mine in a fucking heartbeat: he was older, a senior officer, and on a fast track. He ended up a general, heading up Walter Reed. He was a fucking RAPIST, to whom rape victims were assigned for mental health counseling. In that travesty of justice that the Army thinks fixes everything, bums on seats fixes nothing. Bums are still bums, even with scrambled eggs on their visors. You can be a commanding officer, predator, rapist, and still be seen as an officer and a gentleman. That mofo died of a skydiving accident and lies buried as a man of honor in Arlington National Cemetery, next to thousands of other predators whose behavior is not just ignored, but sanctioned. For if we are not willing to create consequences for evil, we sanction it.