From the transcript:
For me, one of the defining experiences was the morning of 9/11 itself. As you might recall, I was in my office in that first hour, when radar caught sight of an airliner heading toward the White House at 500 miles an hour. That was Flight 77, the one that ended up hitting the Pentagon. With the plane still inbound, Secret Service agents came into my office and said we had to leave, now. A few moments later I found myself in a fortified White House command post somewhere down below.
There in the bunker came the reports and images that so many Americans remember from that day – word of the crash in Pennsylvania, the final phone calls from hijacked planes, the final horror for those who jumped to their death to escape burning alive. In the years since, I’ve heard occasional speculation that I’m a different man after 9/11. I wouldn’t say that. But I’ll freely admit that watching a coordinated, devastating attack on our country from an underground bunker at the White House can affect how you view your responsibilities.
This is a MAN. I bet BarryO and his band of merry boys and girls leave puddles on the floor at the thought of Dick Cheney. No wishy-washy meandering, no dithering, no umm-err-ing, no doublespeak. A Real, Self-confident, Good-in-his-own-skin MAN. *sigh*
Mary Katherine Ham seems to agree:
"In rereading his speech, it's in this sentence:
Today, I’m an even freer man. Your kind invitation brings me here as a private citizen – a career in politics behind me, no elections to win or lose, and no favor to seek.
Hmmm, the very thing that brings our hero (Obama) to his knees is what makes Cheney ever more powerful by the day. Mwahahahahaha. It's almost as if he were taking this super-villain thing seriously. Be afraid, Barack. Be very afraid."
Also, a selection of Cheneykus from Jim Treacher, whom I first encountered at Tim Blair's place a few years back.
The talent level in these blogs makes me happy to have made this my hobby! I LOVE that last one listed here, just LOVE it!Remember, lefties
I'm not running for office
Your polls make me laugh***
Hello, Jon Stewart
You cried on September 12
But haven't since: Why?***
I'm bald and morose
I don't look good in swim trunks
Eight years, no attacks***
Every time I sneer
Khalid Sheikh Mohammed faints
Try that one, Barack***


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