Why was the fireplace ablaze when Greta van Suttern interviewed Dick and Liz Cheney?

Hell, it’s Washington D.C. in June.

Do we really need a fireside chat with our deposed Vice President?

Yet, when he began parsing, sputtering and making contradicting statements, the fun started.

I thought Cheney was suffering from some form of Post-traumatic stress disorder. You know, moments brought on by his Flashbacks to 9-11, attendant feelings of guilt for ignoring the warnings, feelings of estrangement and detachment as he left his VP bunker in Washington for the last time, the nightmares and fears from the impending release of documents that will lead torture directly to his door. The feelings of loneliness, betrayal, on being guard 24-7.

Face it, Cheney has nothing to look forward to except defending his legacy, rewriting history with his memoirs, and having Ron Christie and Dave Addington as his fact checkers.

It’s a bleak picture.

One second thought, maybe he talked to Roger Clemens after the Rocket appeared on ESPN’s Mike & Mike in the Morning.

Could it be that Dick and Roger believe their own lies?

My guess is that Cheney is lining his pockets with publishing money.

Like Bushie, Cheney is cashing in. “Mr. Cheney is writing out his thoughts longhand in an office above his garage in Virginia,” the NY Times writes, “And is in frequent contact with the other newly minted Bush administration authors, right on up to Mr. Bush.”

But, it is more than the money.

Grandpa Cheney is crazy.

Stephen Holmes of the Nation snips this letter he wrote to his six grandchildren in 2007.
“As I write this, our nation is engaged in a war with terrorists of global reach. My principal focus as vice president has been to protect the American people in our way of life. As you know, you will come to understand the sacrifices that each generation makes to preserve freedom and democracy from future generations. I ask you as my grandchildren that you always strive in your lives to do what is right.” Signed, Acting President of the United States, Granda Pa Cheney.

He penned his acting debut as doctor’s were probing Bush’s ass (Bush was having a colonoscopy, July 2007).

Cheney now has photocopied this letter to the American people during his recent magical mystery tour.

Adrianna Huffington compares Cheney’s behavior to Othello’s Iago. If Cheney is the deceitful Iago, then Cheney thinks we are the gullible Roderigo.

But Huffington is much too kind to Cheney.

Cheney belongs in Dante’s ninth circle of hell, the place reserved for treachery.

“For treachery, the sin of cold blood, is a deeper, more inhumane, more paralyzing sin than all the forms of violence or of simple fraud, John Sinclair writes, “and its own penalty, in the numbing, hair dening, and disabling of the soul with cold.”

Greta van Suttern’s fireplace can’t warm Cheney’s stomach-turning, cold-blooded lies.

“Treachery being the most anti-social of sins, he knows that his fame on earth can only be infamy and he would not willingly be known, and those, the less guilty, in the outer zone have the miserable privilege of holding their faces bent down and concealing their identity.”

Grand Pa Cheney’s boat has sunk. His days of wine and roses are crumpling.

He is begging us to come get him.

Let’s call his bluff.

Investigate, investigate, investigate, until we obtain the facts.