Tuesday, February 14, 2006
In the wake of the now-infamous Dick Cheney Birdshot Incident, it's beginning to look as though King George is really the prince in this monarchy, and Cheney is king. The veep's defiant silence is taking its toll on the president. Bush seems powerless. Embarrassed. The boss whose employee walks all over him. How else can you explain the near 48-hours it took King Dick to alert Bush to Saturday's accidental shooting of his 78-year-old hunting partner? How else do you explain why, almost four days later, Dead-Eye Dick still has yet to go before the press and the American public to explain the incident? You would think Bush would've compelled him to do so by now. Perhaps. But the truth is, Cheney doesn't give a rat's ass. About Bush, about the presidency, about the public. He marches to the beat of his own drummer. Always has, always will. And all this joking over the past five years about Cheney being the real president, well, it's clearly no joke. We're witnessing it firsthand right now as The Birdshot Incident unfolds. The most powerful vice president in the history of the United States has basically just told everyone, including the president, to fuck off.
It's time for the president to send the veep back to Wyoming. Cheney's blind ambition and duplicitous war-mongering has caused tens of thousands of deaths in Iraq. And now his bizarre actions damn near killed someone here at home. He's lied, and he's authorized leaks of classified data in a revenge act against a political foe. He's a walking time bomb.