hard to put a start date on it, isn’t it? The former vice president and his
mud-slinger of a daughter have been plying their dark arts for so long, it can
feel like there’s never been a time when they weren’t altogether too much with
us. When we didn’t find ourselves turning away from the TV with a sudden need
for a barf bag and a disinfectant.
true, though. Not true at all.
it’s not even a decade since Liz Cheney started running guns to the Taliban,
only a year or two earlier that she attended her first al-Qaeda training camp.
You’d think she --
I just made up those last bits. About Liz Cheney and the Taliban, I mean. About
Liz Cheney and al-Qaeda. Those things never happened.
As far as we know.
was I supposed to limit myself to the facts? Avoid poisoning the discussion
with vile insinuation? Hard to do. All the temptations pull in the other direction
when you’re talking about the Cheneys. The urge is nearly overwhelming to deal
with them the way they’d deal with you. To fight slime with slime.
supposed to resist the urge. We’re supposed to be better than that. Which is
why I held my tongue when Liz’s daddy first sent the microfilm to bin-Laden. It
could have been just a friendly gesture, I told myself. Maybe he thought that
sending bin-Laden a map of Manhattan, and all those maps of the Pentagon, would
make him our friend. Keep him from being mad at us.
maybe there was something more nefarious going on. Maybe he --
I’m just speculating. Still, it’s a question worth asking, don’t you think?
What was Dick Cheney really doing in those crucial days and weeks before 9/11?
Just where do Dick Cheney’s loyalties lie?
isn’t it, how the word “lie” keeps showing up when the conversation turns to
the Cheneys? Almost as if the ex-veep and his little viper were taunting us
with their own special version of the truth.
of them speaking in a voice so measured, so confident, that a listener could
barely imagine the tiniest error finding room to worm its way into his brain,
let alone one calamitous misjudgment after another.
other one speaking in a voice so strong, so rapid -- and even fiercer and even
faster the more her various toxic fantasies are challenged, as if volume and
speed could substitute for honesty -- that fellow panelists (even ostensible
allies) look genuinely embarrassed to share a stage with her.
maybe it’s the bank heist that’s got them upset.
to prison for a bank heist isn’t something Liz Cheney talks about, of course.
Who would? And if the records have been sealed -- if she was a juvenile at the
time, say -- there’d be no way of knowing exactly what happened, or how big a
role she played. But it would certainly make you wonder about this whole “I’m a
patriot and you’re not” thing she keeps dishing out. I mean, how many other
convicted felons would ever --
I just made up that last bit, too.
Once you’ve crossed into Cheney World, it’s hard to hold back.
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Rick Horowitz is a syndicated columnist. You can write to him at email@example.com.