As previous posters have surmised, this can only boost Hilary's popularity and was probably designed to do exactly that.

Why would the Pentagon castigate the most pro-war Democratic candidate? Here's why: because she has an image problem, and they're throwing her a bone. The "wise men" realize it's time for a change of course -- another Republican and civilization may very well collapse -- so they're opting for the smallest change possible: another Clinton. It's all nudge nudge wink wink. This allows Hillary to masquerade as "anti-war" while she goes about having lunch at Bush's estate with Poppy and husband Clinton I, whom Barbs refers to as a "son". Oh yeah and Rupert Murdoch, can't forget him.

The sickening part is that Hillary already has a sizeable lead in the polls. This is due entirely to name recognitition. Most people probably think she is anti-war, when in fact she has given no indication that she supports a pullout and seems to be chomping at the bit for an attack on Iran. Just like her partner in Crime, Obama.

The electoral system is a joke.

here's a passage from Bradbury's F/451 which sums it up niceley. The Poem is Matthew ARnold's Dover Beach:

“Mildred sat a moment and then, seeing that Montag was still in the doorway, clapped her hands. “Let’s talk politics, to please Guy!”
“Sounds fine,” said Mrs. Bowles. “I voted last election, same as everyone, and I laid it on the line for President Noble. I think he’s one of the nicest-looking men ever became president.”
“Oh, but the man they ran against him!”
“He wasn’t much, was he? Kind of small and homely and he didn’t shave too close or comb his hair very well.”
“What possessed the ‘Outs’ to run him? You just don’t go running a little short man like that against a tall man. Besides—he mumbled. Half the time I couldn’t hear a word he said. And the words I did hear I didn’t understand!”
“Fat, too, and didn’t dress to hide it. No wonder the landslide was for Winston Noble. Even their names helped. Compare Winston Noble to Hubert Hoag for ten seconds and you can almost figure the results.”…

Theory, hell,” said Montag. It’s poetry.”…
What’s the title, dear?”
“Dover Beach.” His mouth was numb.”…

“The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s
Shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.”

“Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! For the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and
Flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”

The Eleventh Day of Every Month