DURST: Dick Cheney's Insider Trading
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So how the hell does this work? Dick Cheney heads up George W Bush's search for a running mate and guess what? The final choice is Dick Cheney. What are the odds?
"I'm sorry, Dubyah. I got to be honest with you here. The best qualified man for the job is me. I conducted an exhaustive search, and don't get me wrong, there were some exceptional people on that list. A good group. But none of them really sang to me. You know, the fit. You and who? Maybe its the full employment economy. But I got to tell you, only I was able to answer the really tough questions."
Yeah, I bet. Clever how he did it. First he floats Ridge's name down Veep River, you know, where the GOP faithful quadrennially baptise their last ditch baby hopes. Then comes the Frist and Keating wavelets only to be washed ashore by the crest of a Danforth undertow. A Powell puddle surfaces just before the McCain splash evaporates.
But all along it was him, the guy with three heart attacks that George Bush plans to use as the battering ram to drive himself into 1600 Pennsylvania. I can't wait for George to race Dick up the Rocky stairs of the Philadelphia Museuem. "Two out of three?"
Will Durst is breathing hard already.