Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn

I don’t know about you, but I really don’t give a shit about the Cheney family feud. Hell, not even Richard Dawson would have cared to kiss ex-Vice President Duce’s bald, scaly head or the cheeks of his creepy spawn or his harridan spousal unit’s hand. The Cheneys are, in a word, icky. Not evenAlan Simpson’s loopy intervention has awakened my interest in the story. It *might* hold my interest ifDan Savage’stheory that this whole thing is an act staged by the Cheneys turned out to be true. I wouldn’t put it past the devious bastards.

I did, however, learn something in my reading about the Cheney smackdown. I had no idea thatTBogghad unretired until I heard about it atCharlie Pierce’s joint. Nobody ever tells me anything. I’m always the last to know:

4 thoughts on “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn

  1. Well, Mary spent much of her life working to get anti-gay (hell, anti-human being) politicians elected, so this is working out very well for her.

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