Dick Cheney is killing me
...and, if he has his way, I'll probably be in an orange jumpsuit in Cuba for the holidays for what I say here.
Why is Mr. Cheney killing me? The man seems to think that the President can do anything he wants, without impunity, during a time of war. That includes dissolving the Constitution. You know, that pesky little document that outlines his (and his boss') actual powers.
The current holder of the Office of Vice President of the United States said today on Fox News:
"The President of the United States now for 50 years is followed at all times, 24 hours a day, by a military aide carrying a football that contains the nuclear codes that he would use and be authorized to use in the event of a nuclear attack on the United States.
He could launch a kind of devastating attack the world's never seen. He doesn't have to check with anybody. He doesn't have to call the Congress. He doesn't have to check with the courts. He has that authority because of the nature of the world we live in."
And, because he can do that...he can do anything. Well, at least that's what the flawed, twisted logic running the Cheney OS concludes.
Mr. Cheney, just because the President of the United States can blow up the world doesn't mean he can blow up the Constitution. Our atomic arsenal is manned by our Armed Forces. The President, as Commander-in-Chief, has the ultimate authority to wield our military might - which includes our nuclear arms. So, you dimwit, the ability to blow up the world is, in fact, granted to the President by the Constitution.
Now, It does not follow that President can then do anything he wants just because he can blow things up. There are actual rules in play here. They're in that Constitution-thingy you keep ignoring. Remember, swearing to protect (which includes "following") those rules? You did it twice - in Jan. 2001 and Jan. 2005. Really, you did. I watched it on TV. Then, I threw up. Each time.
So, Mr. Cheney, hopefully you've run out of opportunities to circumvent or ignore our Constitution. And, soon you'll be run out of town - hopefully, to shouts of "Mr. Cheney, get off the White House Lawn!"
