Thursday, March 7, 2013

Why Won't Darth Cheney Die Already?!

Happy Thursday!
I'm sure everyone has heard about the scathing column Maureen Dowd wrote in the NYT on Wednesday, but if you haven't had the opportunity to read it you can find it here.

"Grrr!"

Basically, Maureen wants us to be annoyed that pale, flaccid Dick has once again forcibly inserted himself into the public's attention.  That's right, he's mind-raping us, and I am extremely annoyed about it.  Who decided that this guy deserved a heart, anyway?  (It's not technically a 'new' heart, since he never had one in the first place.)  I would have sort-of supported his increased life span if it had been used to prosecute him for his war crimes and crimes against humanity, but apparently those god-complex doctors had other ideas and he's been given extra time to spout his unique brand of bile.

Mrs. Dowd claims that cold, slimy Dick is just as assured of his righteousness as he ever was.  How can this be?  Does he really, truly believe that his actions were good for the country that he served?  That all the deaths in Iraq and Afghanistan were worthwhile?  Or has he weighed his options and decided that at this point there's nothing to lose by staying the course?  In either case, he is a terrible, horrible human being pasty humanoid life form, and if anyone tries to give him another perfectly good internal organ, I will punch them in the Dick.

On a somewhat related note, the story of Dick's heart transplant had the somewhat surprising (for me) effect of causing me to rethink my status as an organ donor.  I am perfectly aware that no part of my consciousness will live on in my internal organs once I have gone to the Great Big Lift-Serviced Bike Park in the Sky (or, if I have been bad, the Never-Ending SingleSpeed CycloCross Smugfest).  I realize that there are lots of good people out there who will die without organ transplants, and, hell, I just might be in that position one day.  But I can't get over the idea that someone like Dick would get my lovely liver/spleen/heart/boobs/etc.  I know it's irrational!!  I know that!!  Aarrgh!

Anyway, I'm getting my driver's license renewed this year, so it may be a game-time decision.

Thanks for reading, and remember: super quiet, super awesome!



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