Dick Cheney

It's evening and I'm outside on the porch with Krista, who is smoking a cigarette, and I'm sitting on a chair and I've got my feet up on the ledge and I'm staring into a window of an apartment building across the street while I listen to Krista tell me what she's been watching on the the television.
'They were young kids,' she says, talking about a documentary she's just watched on the Vietnam war, 'and when they arrived back in this country, in their uniforms, people spat at them,'
'Yeh,' I say, 'nasty,'
'And there was this one guy,' she tells me, 'in the documentary, and he'd captured some Vietcong prisoner guy and they were supposed to take him on a plane, right, but instead this guy was like "he's not getting on a plane with my friends" and so he took his gun out and just shot him. And like, that's not right, right? But I don't know if I'd have let him on the fucking plane either, '
'That could have been Hunter,' I say, talking about a young man called Hunter, who is 19 and from Arkansas, and works in Krista's ice cream shop, 'a sweet young man who gets sent to a place he doesn't understand by people he doesn't know to kill people he doesn't know or understand,'
'You know,' says Krista, blowing her cigarette smoke off the porch and out into the dark, 'those fuckin' Republicans stickin' it to Obama for not sending troops in now, that evil bastard Cheney sticking his fuckin' head up again. He didn't go to war, right?'
'No,' I say, 'nor did Bush,'
'Right?' says Krista
Then Krista goes inside to get another cigarette and I stay outside and while I'm waiting for her I start wondering what happened to Condoleezza Rice.
'Whatever happened to Condoleezza Rice?' I ask Krista when she gets back with her cigarette.
'I don't know,' she says, 'but stupid Condi tried to get a job at Stanford and they booed her off campus,'
I start laughing.
'Seriously? I mean seriously, right?' says Krista, 'what an idiot. After all that evil shit she does with those bastards, she comes back to California...CALIFORNIA of ALL the places, and tries to get a job at Stanford? I mean, please! She'd have been better off at some university in North Carolina or Georgia,'
I start laughing again.
Then Krista starts in on what an evil bastard Dick Cheney is.
'That Dick Cheney,' she says, 'he's an evil fuckin' bastard. They didn't even vet him for Vice President. He didn't show any papers, he just slid into the White House like a snake,'
Then she talks about his ties to Haliburton and how he thinks the same rules that apply to normal people don't apply to him.
'I think he's a sociopath,' I say.
Krista says she doesn't know, but that him and George W. Bush should be charged with war crimes but that Obama would never do it.
'Those two, Bush and Cheney, and Rumsfeld, they should be charged with war crimes. And you know what,' she says, 'Obama won't do it, but you bet Hilary's got a few axes to grind over Whitewater and that whole Ken Starr fucking thing and all that impeachment bullshit,'
Then a couple of drunk guys walk past and one of them points to the sky and says-'Hey, dude, look, a meteor,' and Krista and I laugh as they pass.
And then Krista says - 'You know, even Fox News won't have Cheney on anymore, that's how low he's sunk. Not even those assholes at Fox News will touch him.'
I start laughing again.
'That bastard.' says Krista, shaking her head and blowing her cigarette smoke out into the dark, 'that evil fucking bastard.'

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