The lines have been drawn. On this side we have the well-respected Bush 43 Secretary of State Colin Powell, his chief of staff and decades-long Cheney colleague Col. Lawrence Wilkerson, and Powell’s replacement at State, Condoleeza Rice.
And on the other side we have, weighing in at God-only-knows-what, Dick “The Heartless One” Cheney.
(We’d have Bush 43 in here somewhere but we haven’t been able to locate his thoughts at any point over the last 20 years minimum.)
If there was any doubt to this point that – at least in the eyes of his past supporters and coworkers – Dick Cheney’s most recent book marks his full transition from respected politico to abhorrent daft prick, a whole slew of colleagues have effectively waived their collective 150 or so years of never saying anything negative about anyone in public to call out Dick’s cheap shots as revealed in his (please don’t give the man a cent by buying it) recently released screeching screed of flaming stink.
No telling whether this is simply a ploy to help Dick get the necessary funds to complete his work on the Death Star or simply one last ditch effort to make good by attempting to buy off his guilt feelings over his daughter’s sexual orientation (for which the feeling called “guilt” doesn’t even make logical sense), or perhaps the unnamed ‘option 3′ that can pop into a politician’s life like an immaculately conceived love child of unmistakeable origin. We’re just happy Dick’s making it obvious to people of all races, creeds, political persuasions, and IQs that he really is a – hey, it’s his name isn’t it?