Poetry

[Dekalb_Blues]

"the littlest dick cheny/ was just and inch.3/ he'd run around denying/ his part in history...."
Nicely put, norral, but -- tut tut, sir! Fish in a barrel! Candy from a baby! Coals to Newcastle! Tinker to Evers to Chance! As the poet R. Burns wrote:

A Man's a Man for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that...

Perhaps it's too seductively easy to accentuate the negative & eliminate the positive with this exquisitely villainous tinsel-show of a fellow, don't you agree?

Well along up there toward the requisite 95%, anyway...


You're No. 1 with The Dick!


No-star General [USNeoCon SpecPsywar Command, ret.]:


The Dick is always ready to face the hardest-hitting questions of our ever-vigilant Fourth Estate:



That recherché character Ra has, I understand, politely outlined to all concerned a time-worn but currently largely underused diplomatic approach, namely that of conceiving of our apparently alienly scarily malign same-species planet-mates as being merely more or less splendid polar variations on an underlying unitary theme-- in a nutshell, considering even a cartoonishly (nay, even campishly) over-the-top-wicked éminence grise like Cheney, for all his Rasputinesque evil-Übermensch-up-to-no-good-ness & his patent status as a blot, an excrescence, a cyborgian golem, a 4-star nogoodnik -- as an excellent catalytic chance to exercise the spreading of goodness & light through the perhaps unsettling attempt at realizing that not only There But For The Grace Of God Go I, but in fact, for all intents & purposes of any conceivable shape, size, or flavor from here to eternity, with or without feathers, postage-paid or not, There (In Fact) Go I ...
   [ O_o *shudders* over this particular application of general principle of "E Pluribus Unum" ]

As the poet R. L. Stevenson so concisely put it:

The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

And as the schnorrer G. Marx put it:

Well, art is art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west, and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce, they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh... Now you tell me what you know.

I hope I have made my spirito-politico-poetic position clear.

That being said, I appreciate the chance to pile on the dastardly bugger, with tongue in cheek, with the willingness to be so roasted myself if I should attain similar STS notoriety in the public domain:

"New Heart Device Allows Cheney to Experience Love"
"Voice-of-God Revealed to Be Cheney on Intercom"
"Cheney Likely Doesn't Have a Pulse -- No, Really"
"Cheney's New Memoir"
"Cheney's New Memoir Reveals He's Going to Live Full, Satisfied Life Without Ever Feeling Remorse and There's Nothing We Can Do About It"



The first rule of Quail-Hunt With Dick Cheney Club is do not quail-hunt with Dick Cheney:


Now-memory-holed anti-Bush regime site:
"The War Prayer" by Mark Twain

Make your own Cheney meme!
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