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Dear Dick,
All right, I almost liked you last night.
You see, I have to respect a guy who chose evil so long ago and just stuck with it.
You're a really good liar. You lie smoothly, calmly, with a downhome cadence and charm that they always say your boss (and by "boss", I of course mean "monkey puppet toy") has, but he's never exhibited. You would start your lie with, "You know, Gwen..." and it would roll off your tongue with the sincerity and conviction of, well, the truth. Several times last night, I found myself thinking, Well, yes, that sounds right...WAIT A MINUTE! That's a damned lie! And Dick, I know stuff! I have a feeling you convinced a lot of people who don't know any better.
I actually felt for you when you sold your soul once again with your answer about gay marriage. What a position to be put in, but you rose to the challenge again. Your loyalty to your administration and your sick, twisted worldview is unwavering, and in a weird way, I have to respect that.
You are a quiet guy. When you said last night, "I don't talk about myself," it was one of the only true things you said. This is your last shot to influence world politics to your own ends, after this is retirement. You don't care if people hate you. Why should you? You have an unprecedented amount of power for a vice president. You just go along, tenacious and ill-tempered as a bulldog, and the country be damned.
I don't know, Dick. I saw you clearly for what you were last night. Stubborn, smart, slick, and soulless. Evil? Yes. Worldview of a madman? Yes. But somehow I have a soft spot for you now. Your integrity of evil is beyond reproach. Let's hope my party has the courage of its convictions as strongly as you do.
Sincerely, Janesez
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