Bush and Cheney Shredding Torture Memos
posted by tiggerporn
11/17/2008 01:48:16 AM EST

With the string of recent victories, Democrats in Congress are feeling their oats and testing the waters with their new powers. With the current love fest going on between Laura Bush and Michelle Obama, amidst all the civility one would be forgiven for forgetting just how nasty things have been the past few years.
Well, just in time, not a moment too late: Pat Leahy, Sheldon Whitehouse, John D. Rockefeller IV and Dianne Feinstein sent a kindly reminder over to House not to forget to hand in any papers they owe before tidying up the place and making scarce.
One can only imagine what the nearly imperial Dick Cheney would muse upon receiving the news.
A Drunk Dick Cheney responds to Sheldon Whitehouse:
Mrs. Rosewater is a fictional character that appears in several Kurt Vonnegut Jr. novels, as a recurring character. Rose Mary Woods was Nixon's secretary, the one supposedly responsible for destroying the 18 minutes of tape and other records and documents. I imagine her here as having the high pitched voice of the secretary at the school in, "Ferris Bueller's Day Off."
VP: Mrs. Rosewater, would you get in here. What the fuck is this mess?
Mrs. Rosewater: Oh oh just some papers. Oh that nice fella Mr. Whitehouse, hehe, oh I get such a chuckle out of that name, that nice fella Mr. Whitehouse he brought over some papers you were supposed to look at.
VP: Well, where the fuck are they, god damnit can't make sense of anything in here. Oh and where is the combo to the safe? And for godsake refill my bourbon. And reset the thermo to 68. And why the fuck isn't the TV on fox? Holy fucking shit that's loud, lower the volume while you're at it. Did you get my oxy refilled?
VP (to himself): OK OK, let's see here (puts on reading glasses) Blah blah blah blah, David Addington, blah blah blah.
Cheney looks up all of a sudden and listens, then the proverbial light bulb goes off and he remembers something.
VP: Oh fuck ya, that reminds me, and the safe combo is, Mr. Rosewater? Hello?!? Mrs. ROSEWATER!
Mrs. Rosewater: Oh just a minute darling, just fixing the thermo.
VP (again, to himself): Oh fuck all, OK, let's see, blah blah blah. Watergate? Oh good times, good times. Like I need to fucking be reminded that is why you put the safeguards in place, who is this fuck Sheldon Whitehouse? Does he even realize I'm the one who was in charge of destroying the documents under Ford? Holy fucking shit amateurs. Oh you've got some questions for me fuckers. Fine, fine. Ok, let's see here.
Cheney does an Ed Norton impression from the Honeymooners and gets ready to write, working himself into it. He handwrites the reply out and speaks his words as he writes them.
VP (aloud): Number one. Oh that's rich, that's rich boy. What steps? I'll tell ya what fucking steps. Step one, tell you to shut the fuck up. Step two, completely ignore your pansy asses. Step three, tell you to go to hell and you'll get them when you pry this shotgun from my cold dead hands. Step four, explain to you'll why I am above the law. (Ahem) Moving right along. Number two. Why the fuck would I tell you if I was going to destroy docs? Geez, like, oh ya, I'm destroying these documents just wanted to tell you why I think I can. Wow the balls on this Whitehouse fella.
Mrs. Rosewater (from the other room): Excuse me? Did you say balls?
VP: What?
Mrs. Rosewater: Huh?
VP: Mrs. Rosewater go back to cleaning thank you.
Mrs. Rosewater: Oh will do dear.
VP (again, aloud, to himself while writing): Number 3. Blah blah blah. Number 4. Have I investigated? Do you know who the fuck I am? The Washington Post? I wouldn't wipe my ass with that liberal rag if it were lined with gold and printed on a diamond fucking printing press. And you know what, go tell that fucking turncoat Woodward to find a new pansy sucker to play out. Uggh I can't believe I trusted him for a minute. 9/11 changed everything my ass. Once a fucking commie liberal always a fucking commie liberal. God damn Woodward and Bernstein. Oh oh the Old Man woulda loved this. Rich, rich I tell ya. God damn fucking commies. Washington Post, holy fucking shit, do you have anymore fucking questions for me or can I go back to my bourbon and water and working on my golf game.
Cheney puts down the pen, picks up his drink, and wanders seemingly lost around the office for a moment or two, as if looking for something, in deep deep thought.
VP: God damn it Mrs. Rosewater, where the fuck is the other controller for the Wii? Mrs. Rosewater have you been fucking with my Wii again? I told you I fucking hate it when I turn it on and it is set to fucking tennis. Holy fucking shit just leave it alone will you?!?
Mrs. Rosewater: Ohh sorry dear, was just working on my backhand a bit.
VP: God damn it! Fucking amateurs, I'm surrounded by fucking amateurs. Did you reset the thermo yet?
Mrs. Rosewater: Oh in a minute dear, I was just hitting the bourbon myself.
Read the full text of the actual letter sent from Sheldon Whitehouse to Finky Fiddlestein (er, Fred Fielding), Esquire, Council to the President,
here.