Watching the inauguration yesterday, when they showed Dick Cheney in a wheelchair with a cane across his lap, all I could think of was that old Saturday Night Live skit of the supposed "alternate ending" to It's a Wonderful Life, where George Bailey and an angry mob of townspeople stormed Mr. Potter's house, dumped him out of his wheelchair, and kicked the living daylights out of him.
And I wasn't alone; some of my co-workers were snickering about how the White House aides should just eschew the wheelchair ramp, find a nice long set of stairs, and give the chair a little nudge.
Gosh, we're mean.
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Unfortunately, made me think of Dr. Strangelove.
Because I am not such a nice person, actually....
(the captcha word is "chany" -- I shit you not.)
You know, if Cheney hadn't been such a rat bastard during his time in office, I doubt I'd be wanting to kick the shit out of him so badly right now.
I don't think there's anyone in British politics who makes me feel like that right now.
But Margaret Thatcher... oooooh, there was a malignancy.
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