The World According to Dick Cheney premieres at Sundance this Friday, Jan. 18
We live in a post-Buffy world, but having a Blam-Blam documentary strikes me as, well, vile. I can think of very few people more monstrous than this man except for maybe Henry Kissinger. Is there anyone else who has so much blood on his hands?
I understand the need to document history; I believe in that. What concerns me is that this will end up as some sort of rehabilitation exercise, hagiography to make us say that Cheney was misunderstood, or that his motives were good, even if thousands or millions of people died so that his portfolio would live.
Dick Cheney is the real thing, he is Golem, the monster who still walks amongst us. The mechanical heart that kept him alive has been replaced with a human heart, and that poor, unknown bastard must be tormented knowing the organ ripped from his chest is keeping this foul thing alive. We have to remember that even dumb as dirt Chimpy–far too late–realized that craven Cheney was destroying his presidency and ceased seeking advice from this evil freak.
There should be no doubt–none–that Cheney is as evil and monstrous as any version of The Devil that Christians believe in. There is no foundation, no moral position, nothing in the black hole where this man’s soul should be. There is only darkness and eternity; a quest for power and money, and a callow laugh and complete disregard for the pain he has caused others.
Cheney should be documented and the evidence turned over to the Hague for the eventual day when the US signs the Treaty for the International Criminal Court. Cheney should be brought to account for his crimes against humanity, and like a cheap knock-off of Paradise Lost, he should chained to a rock in a sea of burning tar for all eternity, perhaps with a spot next to him for Kissinger. He is an object-lesson of the depravity of mankind.