Mo Do is back, and has this brilliantly satirical piece about Vice:
He wasn't talking to the pictures on the wall, as Nixon did when he finally cracked. Vice doesn't trust those portraits anyway. The walls have ears. He was talking to the only reliable man in a city of dimwits, cowards, traitors and fools: himself.
Cheney/Nixon, perfect analogy!
Why do Harry Reid and his Democratic turncoats think they can call the White House on the carpet? Do they think Vice would fear to lie about lying about the rationale for going to war? A real liar never stops lying.
And now John Warner wants Junior to use fireside chats to explain his plan for Iraq. When did everybody get the un-American idea that the president is answerable to America?
Indeed! and finally:
Poppy isn't getting Junior back, Vice vowed, muttering: "He's my son. It's my war. It's my country."
(And the bad news is: this man is our vice president.)