Dick Cheney is a Goddamn Robot

According to this article on Reuters, Dick Cheney was found to have an "irregular heartbeat". At first I hoped they meant "no heartbeat", but then I read on...

Tests determined Cheney, 66, one of President George W. Bush's closest advisers, had "atrial fibrillation, an abnormal rhythm involving the upper chambers of the heart," said Megan Mitchell, his spokeswoman.

I like how they specify that Cheney is one of Bush's "closest advisers". Since Dick has tried to pass himself off as a member of the legislative branch, instead of one of the executive branch (something every high schooler knows), people have no idea what to call him now. I could go with a joke about Darth Cheney right now, but I'm not gonna do it, I'm just not gonna do.

Of course this irregular heartbeat in Cheney's dark chasm of a chest is caused by him being a robot. The magnetic fields on Earth have been surprisingly active lately and this is causing a disturbance in his mechanical heart. By "abnormal rhythm" the doctors meant that when they pressed the stethoscope to Cheney's back they heard Kraftwerk. We all know how much robots like Kraftwerk.

This has no effect on us mere humans, though. Our soft, fleshy exterior will be easily torn apart by Lord Robot King Cheney's steel grapples, forged by Bill Kristol in the dark basement of the Skull and Bones building.

Fat People Like to Kill Each Other

So I just found this article on forbes.com.

It's about fat people.

Specifically, the fattest cities in America.

In that article you'll find links to other lists of the most murderous and sedentary cities in America. What's surprising about these articles is that there's an alarming amount of overlap in each of the lists.

One city, Detroit, showed up in the Top 5 of each list. So Detroit is a fat, violent and lazy city. It doesn't make much sense, if you think about it. To murder someone you usually have to go out of your way to do it. There's also probably some amount of planning and preparation that goes into it, too. What goes on in Detroit? A bunch of fat people sit around with guns shooting at each other whilst wolfing down buckets of KFC (see Fig. 1).

(Fig 1.)

This is what makes America great. It doesn't matter if you're morbidly obese and hardly ever leave your room, you could still order a semi-automatic handgun off of ebay and shoot blindly out the window.

I don't know, maybe the people of Detroit have pioneered a new method for murder. You invite the person over and then sit in front of the door with a shotgun. The city is probably plagued by drive-bys in Rascals. Slow get-away, maximum comfort.

Deer in Headlights

Nothing says "competent leadership" like having your press secretary stare blankly into the eyes of a journalist.

Don't get me wrong, Scott McClellan's doe-like eyes and dough-like body are enough to melt anyone's heart. But when he looks at you like a child who was asked to solve a quadratic equation, you have to feel sorry for him.

He recently said that he unknowingly passed on false information back when he was press secretary.

"So I stood at the White house briefing room podium in front of the glare of the klieg lights for the better part of two weeks and publicly exonerated two of the senior-most aides in the White House: Karl Rove and Scooter Libby.

There was one problem. It was not true.

I had unknowingly passed along false information. And five of the highest ranking officials in the administration were involved in my doing so: Rove, Libby, the vice President, the President's chief of staff, and the president himself."

Get outta here. I don't believe you. You're in politics and you had to lie? My world has been rocked to the core.

I would really like to know what the hell goes on in Bush's office. I'd imagine that it must be like an Aerosmith recording session in the 70s. Mounds of cocaine everywhere, Condi Rice passed out in her underwear, Karl Rove banging at the door, needing another fix, all the while Cheney and Richard Pearle do inhuman lines of coke and bounce ideas off each other while saying "dude" a lot.

This Makes No Sense...

I read Thomas Friedman's "The Lexus and the Olive Tree" a few years ago. Some of my friends thought it was watered-down fare on the topic of globalization, but I thought it was great. Then again, I'm one of those retards who likes anecdotal examples (no, I did not do well in school).

It's too bad that Thomas Friedman has gone completely fucking insane.

In his newest article in the New York Times Friedman makes the assertion that Dick Cheney should be Barack Obama's vice president - and he's serious.

First of all, Cheney needs to be shot out of a cannon, not allowed to further hold public office. Second of all... I'm sorry I lost track of my thoughts by thinking of what hell this country would be if Cheney were allowed to stay VP.... it would probably be like this.

"When negotiating with murderous regimes like Iran’s or Syria’s, you want Tony Soprano by your side, not Big Bird. " Friedman says this in his article and, I hope, he meant it to be taken with a grain of salt. There are a lot of similarities between Dick Cheney and Tony Soprano.

1. Tony Soprano and Dick Cheney are both crooks.
2. Tony Soprano's daughter is a hot babe; Dick Cheney's daughter digs hot babes.
3. Tony Soprano kills his friend over a horse; Dick Cheney shot an old man in the face... for no reason.
4. Tony Soprano is balding; Dick Cheney is balding.
5. Tony Soprano is a sociopath; Dick Cheney is, you know, a sociopath.

So you can see why we'd want someone like Tony Soprano as the Vice President of the world's most powerful nation.

Thomas Friedman also talks a lot about Iran in his article. So I think it's fitting that I talk about Iran, too. I think I'll do it in list form, since people like to read lists.

1. Sharia law can suck my dick.
2. Ahmadinejad needs to shut the hell up.
3. Don't make nukes, they're like viagara for nations - you can't have just one and then stop.

You know what? That's all I've got to say about that.

Richard Cheney is Kind of a Dick

I haven't updated in a month. So sue me. I would like to say that I was off battling grizzly bears and making love to many beautiful women, but the truth is that I was battling polar bears and banging hookers.

I was planning on deleting my blog and starting a new one that was devoted to serious political debate, but then I saw this article.
If you're too lazy to read the article, I'll summarize: Dick Cheney is so bad at hunting that - not only does he shoot old men in the face - but he hunts animals that have been caged their whole lives and have no idea how to survive in the wild.

A quote in the article says that what he does is the equivalent to "having sex with a blowup doll," which is really, truly, excessive. Nowhere in any article relating to Mr. Cheney should you mention sex. It's just sick to correlate the two thoughts.

But no, they go on and mention viagara. Seriously.

Now we have to think about Cheney's impotence as well as his pathetic sex life (Note: if you have to take viagara in order to just have sex with a blowup doll - kill yourself).

I hate to advocate the sort of ad hominem bullshit that the Neocons are famous for (Obama doesn't like to have his appearance made fun of - don't vote!), but a man who takes joy in killing animals who are at a severe, artificial disadvantage is one thing - a sadistic dick who should probably not be in public office. It's one thing if you go out there with a rifle and hunt wild game, but this sort of "hunting" is just cartoonishly evil.