A precaution of Mr Cheney's, I believe

Even as we speak, in some undis-

closable but, we must suppose, 

secure location - probably har-

dened and buried unapproachably

deep - there is being prepared

this evening's stand-in for the

talking Head of State, imperfec-

tions in the resemblance being

touched up to a fare-thee-well,

for a pie in the face from some

junior Supreme Court justice ap-

pointed in the previous Adminis-

tration, for his resentments of

of diversity-seeking elites. How

compassionately these Bushes do

identify their men, one must re-

call, when one considers the long-

suffering Mr Thomas, victimised

by admission to another runway to

the stars. But I stray.

Yes, the innovation is probably

one of the decidedly un-late Mr

Cheney's inspirations from the

light side of the dark side, to

preserve the Presidential suc-

cession in permanent lockdown,

from the top down, by floating

surrogates for these silly pub-

lic facetimes of ancient custom.

Here, of course, Le Cid, himself,

must weep for the vitality of the

effigy under spiffing-up, so ob-

viously Chicagoan in aerodynamics

and of the Big Island in footwear,

that absolutely nobody is likely

to suspect an impostor. Even those

who may wish for one, could hardly

complain.

Pierre Corneille

Le Cid

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