The snarl of the upper lip seems to be more pronounced these days. The voice, low and modulated, barely rises or lowers with any emphasis, creating an ominous sense of fear, of impending doom like a movie mobster Don who addresses his crew and calmly, barely changing his cadence, slips out a pool stick to suddenly crush the skull of an unsuspecting employee. (seen that film?) (oh, and, and click on the pic of Miss Calif for more…pic here just window dressing)
Read Maureen Dowd in today’s NY Times….
“…..Cheney has popped out of his dungeon, scary organ music blaring, to carry on his nasty campaign of fear and loathing.”
The Man Who Thought He Was King works hard to create this image of a tough guy in a suit, of restrained violence, a don’t fcuk with me or I’ll-rip-your-head off personae. But don’t be fooled. This is a person who five times (asked for and received five deferments) dodged service in Vietnam, a conflict he supported and where he could have shown just how really tough he was. When asked about his deferments, Cheney reportedly said, “I had other priorities in the ’60s than military service.”
This is a little man who stretched his four-year college career to six…gosh, scary war still being waged.
This is the lip-snarling, darth vader-wannabe who, after the 9-11 attacks… which happened on his and his mentor’s watch… hid in an undisclosed location (bunker) for nearly eight years, and like Osama Bin Laden, periodically issued politically-motivated dire warnings of imminent terrorists attacks.
And now he has his wife and daughter speaking for him in defense of his war crimes. Little Liz and wifeypoo Lynne say that daddy’s torture tantrums kept America safe and if you disagree you are “fashionable… (and) side with the terrorists.” What’s next, grandson Samuel, baby of daughter Mary and her partner Heather, in a special TV ad for grumpa’s torture pleasures? You one tough dude, Mr. Cheney.