Anyone remember the end of The Blob, from 1958? At the end of it, the words “The End” morph, blob-like, into a question mark; it was one of the earliest applications of this now-painfully-clichéd cliffhanger treatment and, sure enough, there was a sequel.
So: this is classic, straight out of the old Cold-War-realpolitik backroom-machination playbook. It’s something you’d expect from John LeCarré’s better work, not the morning news; Hoover and Kissinger have nothing on this guy. Ending his tenure just a thin handlebar moustache and a cat away from supervillainy, Dick Cheney watched the inauguration from a wheelchair having hurt his back while moving boxes during his move out.
This is not the kind of person who needs to lift his own boxes, of course. So, on top of the document shredding he’s already done, he’s got boxes too heavy for him to lift that contain stuff he doesn’t trust anyone else to touch.
Whatever’s in those boxes, you can be sure that it’s something that he has on somebody else, lots of somebody elses. And it must be awful. So, let the conspiracy theories begin. The End of the Cheney administration… or is it?
Dun dun dun…
UPDATE! And a fantastic update: Via Metafilter, “Russell Tice, former NSA security analyst, just came on the Keith Olbermann show revealing that the NSA’s domestic surveillance programs were not only far greater in scope than formerly thought, but also were specifically targeted at journalists.” Want to know why impeachment was off the table so many moons ago? That’s why. Because you can’t impeach somebody for a crime you’re complicit in, especially when as a result of that crime, they’ve got something on you.