I Hate Cats

Some may question why Dick Cheney refuses to answer the allegations put forth by the preceding article.

Quite simple, my friends - no need.

Why should I justify the existence of some second-rate publication which chooses the journalistic suicide route of taking on the most powerful man in the world?

It's like feeding a cat, my friends. Feed a cat and it will continue to show up with expectations of more Friskies. Ignore it and it goes away to find an easier mark.

This article accuses me of, "serial assault on the constitution." First off, Mr. Robert Kuttner, you may go fuck yourself. But I - alone, steadfast and resolute - refuse to play along. What gain awaits defeating this type of uprising? National dialogue? We have national dialogue. It's called 'elections.' Big Dick won, you lost. If your precious "constitution" weren't so fucking important, then maybe we could make some real headway in our war on the anti-Dick forces coalescing within our national borders. Instead, a man of my power has to struggle along, unable to 'legally' inprison his enemies or hang those guilty of sedition and what I would consider treason. It's fucking bullshit the things I have to go through to simply wiretap a goddamn home phone.

My point is this, you don't like the way I run things - too bad for you, motherfucker.