For some reason Cheney has taken a break from his attack dog duties as if he has become the Republican attack dog emeritus. The same goes for his daughter, what's-her-name who while displaying her father's deftness at making evil look easy still has a tough road in distinguishing herself. Commonly known as "the one that's NOT the lesbian," Cheney the Younger is still feeling her way around a family business with limited prospects. Don't rent new office space if your best strategy right now is to stop talking.
Any joy on my part is still mitigated with caution though. Cheney and Co. may be staying off the radar so no one notices they are building a Death Star or a High-Powered Inter-orbital Deep Sea Laser Drill as Halliburton calls it. But it is more fun to think that Dick is in his house peeking from behind drawn shades on the lookout for Nigeria's rendition team, or for all he knows, a Halliburton rendition contractor. Here's how the latter situation would go:
Cheney: Stryker. This is a surprise. I thought you were in Laos.
Stryker: Was. Good to see you Dick. How's Lynne?
Cheney: Has her days. Why don't you come in?
Stryker: Nigerians sent me Dick.
Cheney: Aw, Stryker. Nigerians don't want to try me. They want to sell me to the Berbers. Even you don't want to be a part of that.
Stryker: I'm not Dick. I'm not a part of it. All I have is a contract.
Cheney: Can I send my daughter instead, the one that's not a lesbian?
Stryker: It's your name on the paperwork, and the plane ticket.
Cheney: Plane ticket?
Stryker: We're flying Bel Air to Newark and Aeroflot to Helsinki. Helsinki to London on Virgin.
Cheney: That flight only leaves once a week!
Stryker: London to Abuja. Goodluck has a ton of miles and wants to use them apparently.
Cheney: Fuckin' Nigerians. Fuck you, Stryker. Let me at least get my toothbrush.
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