Vice-president Dick Cheney spent eight years acting as a black hole for information the public might want – stuff went in, but nothing ever came out. Now, apparently without irony, he is calling for classified documents to be released to the public so we can have a “more honest debate” on the merits of his torture policies.
Perhaps we should classify him, so we wouldn’t have to listen to his drivel any longer. At least we can hope that Scooter Libbey, unable to earn a living by lawyering anymore, might seek a hefty advance for a mother-of-all tell-all memoirs about his life with Dick.
And you know, I would really like to ask Dick this: “Just when did you stop beating your wife?”