...and guns down his 78 year old hunting partner!

How do we know he was drunk?  What other reason could there possibly be for the inexplicable missing 22 hours?  Any of us who have been drunk and in trouble (and, unfortunately, I can include myself in that number) know that ONLY TIME can get that alcohol out of your system.  And no amount of black coffee or cold showers or any other exotic treatments work.

The Secret Service denied the police access to D.C.  I guess there was some sort of goofy arrangement, but the upshot of it was that no authority got close enough to see what state he was in.  Because they might just have had to explain to Mr. Cheney, that "sorry Mr. Vice President, but you do understand that in cases like this we are required to do this simple breathalyzer test" or some such damning statement.

Then the fat would be in the fire.

Now the fire is in the White House (AGAIN!)  Let the cover-up begin!  To paraphrase Rush Limbaugh, "this is more fun than a human being should be allowed to have."

I celebrated by going to the beach today (Valentine's Day).  It was 38 degrees and the wind was blowing 8-16 mph.  I ran barefoot on the beach (in my shorts), stripped off my sweatshirt and jumped into the Atlantic.  That got my February plunge in and put me on track to reach my goal:  going into the ocean at least once each month for a year.

Going into the water in February in Longport, NJ, is not like doing it in San Diego, by the way. 

Oh well.  Let the games (I mean the cover-up) begin.