Goodnight Cheney
On inauguration day, I learned an answer to a question I never even knew I had.
The question was, “Exactly how hated do you have to be for people to make fun of you even if you’re in a wheelchair?”

Ah.
To me, the image was fitting, in a way reminding me of Citizen Kane, as hidden cameras capture footage of Charles Foster Kane’s withering final years.

Turns out, I was being charitable, as others offered these comparisons:



(Though yes, it’s easy to imagine Cheney shouting, “The hippies will always lose!” – actually, most of Lebowski’s dialogue.)
Though I’m sure Bush looked at him and thought of only one man:

“C’mon, Dick, read mah mind!”
“That’s not the way it works, George.”
So. Goodnight, Mr. Cheney. May your spiffy new wheels carry your dark soul far, far away from us all.
January 22, 2009 at 3:09 pm
Ha! That was X-cellent.
January 23, 2009 at 12:39 pm
“Soul”? Really?
January 23, 2009 at 3:12 pm
Okay, not exactly a “soul,” so much as a hastily cobbled together series of wires and tubes he calls his soul, which most of his aides will admit is a special “backup-heart” Cheney designed himself.