Yesterday afternoon I was coming into the hotel in D.C. where CPAC is being held from its back entrance and as the elevator door opened an official-looking man with an earpiece darted into the elevator to shoo me out on the double, so I knew to scan the crowd for a dignitary. The next tip-off was a camera crew and a young man with a microphone demanding to know this and that from the Leftist handbook of fake anti-warisms. And then I spotted Dick Cheney, standing in the elevator in the very spot I’d just vacated.
I have a trained voice and I decided to use it. So, the video interrogation by the intrepid young Leftists was entirely drowned out by the penetrating soprano voice of a graying lesbian saying, over and over and over, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank, Mr. Cheney, for your service, thank you.”