Please? Pretty please? I mean, Woodward was wrong about the Saudis-opening-the-spigots thing, but I'd forgive him if he were right about Cheney. Please please please let the GOP run a 69-year old with multiple heart attacks, business ties that make Bush look ascetic, a history of extremist statements, and all the charm of a table leg you just stubbed your toe on. Let Cheney lumber up the stage, mumbling from that impossibly limber half inch on the right side of his mouth and sneering at pesky questioners, reporters, and air particles. I'm sure he'll be quite a hit.
The Democratic party has proven one thing, and one thing only, in its last couple of elections: you don't run candidates who scoff at charisma. Cheney makes Kerry look like a laugh party, he makes Gore look like Hitch. They can run him, but for a party whose main task ("compassionate conservatism") is convincing folks that they're not evil, nominating this artist's rendering of a corrupt plutocrat would be a hell of an oversight.
All of which is to say, "No! Don't run Cheney! We'll never beat him! O', woe is us!"
