So, Dick Cheney goes hunting, and, while he manages not to shoot anyone in the face this time, it turns out that the hunting lodge flies a confederate flag. Charming.
Cheney's people claim they knew nothing about it and he didn't see it blah blah blah. Everyone's waiting for him to repudiate the hanging of the flag, but come on—for a cyborg whose got diabolical plans to enslave the entire human race to megacorporation Halliburton, the confederacy is small potatoes. His beautiful robotic mind can't be wasted on such things.
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