Dick Cheney has undergone a heart transplant. This wealthy and soon to be bionic man will be blazing through hearts of poor young car accident victims by the dozen long before I get Kaiser Permanente to authorize the generic version of Lipitor for me to protect my one and only heart. It reminds me of the episode of the Simpsons where Mr. Burns regains vitality by transfusing multiple pints of Bart's blood. He's never gonna stop. That's what needs to be realized here. This man has the means and the drive to actually live forever. He is the T-1000. So, if you hate Dick Cheney to the point of actually doing something about it, you better build a vat and fill it with molten steel; 'cause that's what it's gonna take to bring down the Cheney.
This blog posting wouldn't be right if I didn't at least take one little cheap shot at the "Decider's" supposed puppet master. I compare Dick Cheney to Mr. Burns; however, in an older episode focused on Grampa Simpson, it is revealed that the diabolical and diabolically funny Mr. Burns served in a WWII unit nicknamed the HellFish. I don't know much, but I know that blasting lawyers in the face a HellFish does not make.
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