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He sputters obscenities on the floor of the Senate, peddles torture to members of Congress behind closed doors like crack, and has an unnerving habit of mixing alcohol and firearms (ask Harry Whittington, who took more than 100 pellets in the face and chest, suffered a heart attack, and then in an act worthy of a North Korean dictator was compelled to apologize to the man who shot him on television!) And yet this hardly begins to describe Vice President Dick Cheney or the damage that he’s done.
You can do something about it. Write your Congressman and Senators today and urge them to support Rep. Rahm Emanuel’s measure to defund the Office of the Vice President. That’s right, defund it. Since Dick Cheney insists that he’s not a part of the Executive Branch (in order to avoid oversight of his abuse of classified information – which, as those who followed the trial of Scooter Libby know, is the specialty of the Office of the Vice President), why should the taxpayers pay for it!
Courtesy of Todd Gitlin, more on the move to defund Dick right here.
More from Scott Horton:
Conversation — August 5, 2016, 12:08 pm
Sidney Blumenthal on the origins of the Republican Party, the fallout from Clinton’s emails, and his new biography of Abraham Lincoln
Conversation — March 30, 2016, 3:44 pm
Joseph Hickman discusses his new book, The Burn Pits, which tells the story of thousands of U.S. soldiers who, after returning from Iraq and Afghanistan, have developed rare cancers and respiratory diseases.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Annual premium on a $6,000 life insurance policy for a champion German shepherd:
Astronomers discovered a pulsar called a superbubble, which spins 716 times per second.
Nigerian president Muhammadu Buhari told reporters that his wife “belonged to” his kitchen.
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“Matt was happy enough to sustain himself on the detritus of a world he saw as careening toward self-destruction, and equally happy to scam a government he despised. 'I’m glad everyone’s so wasteful,' he told me. 'It supports my lifestyle.'”