Hold on, I need to milk another joke, as well as second posting, from this headline.

I have this image of Vice President Cheney walking in the Rose Garden with his wife, security detail, and maybe a grandchild when Cheney pauses.

"Richard, honey" Lynn Cheney says. "What is it?"

Cheney touches his left breast. "I don't know. I.. don't... What?"

"Oh, Dick!" Lynn Cheney takes her husbands hand, and whirls to stare wildly at the Secret Service. They appear unmoved behind their sunglasses. In fact, they are unmoved. They are the Vice President's security detail, and lord knows they can't stand the man.

Anyway, they go to a doctor, and the doctor explains to Cheney that he felt was what people call a "heartbeat" and there's no reason to be alarmed. Not that Cheney was alarmed.

Just angry. Angry at God. Angry at Osama. Angry at himself, for ever having a sdamned heartbeat.

Of course, the image I had is wrong, because Cheney, being Cheney, was receiving a routine medical examination at 7:00 am at the White House. Just normal folks, that Dick.