Here are just a few more of the millions of mean pictures of Dick Cheney done by people other than me. The hatred for the man isn’t the surprising part. It is the pure creative genius being unleashed upon him, the very vastness of the loathing it represents, that makes you realize what an epic legacy of malignant evil this man has seen fit to leave behind him when he shuffles off his mortal coil… if he ever does…
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I did know who the guy was until I looked him up. Vise President say what?
TV does come in handy…
In this case, ignorance really is bliss.
There’s a drone strike a’comin…
My favorite country song ever…
When I was working at an airport, until I got my uniform, I just so happened to be wearing a T-shirt under my sweatshirt that featured Cheney and his blood-spattered friend and read, “Never Go Hunting with a Dick.” It just so happens that Cheney was landing at the airport that day. That ceased all our normal activities until he landed and departed, but I desperately wanted to go meet him while wearing the shirt.
You could have flashed it like Superman ripping off his Clark Kent clothes… that would have been an awesome story.
I guess I have never been to Cuba.
So few of us have.
Photoshops of DIck Cheney doing good things. The catch is he never smiles so he looks like he wouldn’t be enjoying it anyway.
His smile is more of a grimace.