(EDITOR’S WARNING: Unfortunately I have not been able to verify”Doctor” Aufderwahl’s credentials and am sorry to say, he might not have any. When I asked him where he earned his various degrees, he said “home schooling.” I would have scrapped the rest of this interview except some of you seemed interested in the first part, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to complete it. You can judge for yourself.)
Me: Let’s get back to Dick Cheney’s inability to see him self in the mirror. That does make sense. He says things with such certainty, and no self-consciousness, odd for a man who has been wrong about so much.
Dr. Yes. You know how people say: “I took a good look at myself in the mirror.” He can’t do that. There’s nothing there to see. That’s why he can use the word “disaster” for the Obama administration, unaware he’s the poster boy for the word. He has only a tenuous grasp on reality at this point, only marginally sane. He’s not quite crazy enough to use the insanity plea if he ever goes to trial, but he’s got a big head start.
Me: Hmm…. I just happened to think of his daughter and how much she is like him.
Dr: Of course she is. She was cloned.
Me: Once again “doctor” I have trouble believing….
Dr: Really? Do you ever listen to either of them speak; they both say exactly the same things. EXACTLY. I know it’s hard to listen to them, but do it once and you’ll see what I mean. Before a CIA buddy told me about the cloning, at times I looked for strings attached to her head, imagining Dickey boy above pulling them. You know how the mind can play tricks on you?
Me: Can you give me any proof of this?
Dr: It is self evident. If you can clone a sheep or a horse, why couldn’t you clone a Cheney? We’re not talking Einstein or da Vinci here. Except for a few body parts and younger looking skin, she and he are exactly the same. When I see her, I think of a young Chenster wearing a skirt. It’s unsettling.
That’s cloning. Brain’s exactly the same. No different, equally capable of appearing normal despite a mere sliver of contact with reality. CIA did a great job.
For contrast, compare the McCains, John and Meghan. They’re normal people. She was born the old fashioned way. They have real differences. She does have a brain of her own. Do you think if Meghan had been the one running for president she would have picked Sarah Palin as VP? No way. She wouldn’t lend that woman her lipstick.
Me: Well, as crazy as it first sounded, cloning does makes sense. But is there any way I could verify any of your story?
Dr: Sure, I could put you in contact with an agent. But then he’d have to kill you.
Me: Oh……… well, maybe later then.
Dr: But here is a warning to you. Never stand close to the man.
Dr: Well. Think of it this way. He has all of these contradictory forces inside which he can only hold together because of the vacant mirror and his snipped brain that allows him to only remember the good stuff, like our being welcomed as liberators in Iraq – like, what, for five or six days? His life is a lie every single day and that has to take a toll.
For one thing, my penetrating psychiatrist’s mind tells me that his tough act is all a compensation for and camouflage of an ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED inner child, a little sissy girl really. That inner child is a little sissy girl. That’s why he has to always look so mean, so we won’t suspect he’s really a sissy girl inside. It’s the same reason Saddam pretended to have nukes, he wanted Iran Inc. to think he was stronger than he was (*1.)
On top of that, despite all those efforts to hide the fact from himself, there remains an inkling of realization left deep, deep down in his cranium below the amygdala somewhere. He knows he is not really the Darth Vader he pretends to be. That tiny tot of his former self hates all this Darth Vader nonsense.
That true sliver of a self aches because he won’t get credit from history for the lion’s share of his life when he was a well respected public servant. The big Dick knows it subconsciously and it drives him farther to the dark side. If he can’t get credit for being a good man, he will be one hell of a bad one, the “meanest man in the whole damn town.” It sounds good, but in actuality he can barely function.
Me: What do you mean. I know he has heart problems, but what…?
Dr: It’s hard for him to even get up in the morning, especially when he does one of those phony interviews. He always needs to psyche himself up. He wakes up a frightened sissy girl and so he has to puff himself up to appear the monster we regularly see. It’s not all that easy.
A CIA buddy tells me he’s seen him (don’t ask me how) standing in front of that blank mirror repeating: “Yes I can, yes I can, yes, I can…”. You know, like the little engine that could. Sometimes he marches in a little circle around the bathroom going “toot, toot.”
Can you imagine that smoldering cauldron that must be within, like a volcano about to gush fire and brimstone, which he can neither see nor feel? Imagine all the pressure of living that lie, while never clear what you are up to. That’s why he keeps winding up in the hospital; his heart keeps popping like a button on a fat man’s suit.
That’s why you should never stand next to him. He could BLOW! at any moment . Most likely his heart, but it could also be his head. It could start spinning around wildly like a tether ball on a stick.
Really, don’t get near the man. At least, not when wearing nice clothes.
Me: Thank you for your time and insights “doctor”. One last question. Whenever I see him, I get a little frightened as if he still has a lot of power. He doesn’t does he?
Dr: One thing not to worry about is the CIA’s cloning any more Cheney’s, not since he scapegoated them. So, we won’t have to face a nightmare of endless Cheney’s screwing up the world wave after wave. And, actually, he’s pretty washed up at this point. Of course, that snarling visage can scare a grown man, so do what I do.
Whenever I see that venomous puss of his I imagine Cheney wearing a clown suit, you know with the big red ball shaped nose, the huge shoes, floppy ears and goofy hair. And I pretend he’s constantly beeping one of those loud irritating clown horns, so I can’t hear a single word he’s saying. After awhile you’ll come to realize there is nothing to be afraid of. He’s just a clown.
There is one thing to fear about him, though, in addition to that daughter of his. All those other clowns who still believe what he says.
Me: Well, thank you “doctor”…
Dr: Oh, one more thing, did I tell you about the plan Dickie C. and Saddam Hussein cooked up about becoming stand up comedians? This is a doozie. The Iraq War was initially conceived mostly as a publicity stunt to kick off their tour. Of course, you know what they say about the best laid plans. They were going to call their duo Husseny, but ……
Me: Sorry to interrupt “doctor”, but we have run out of time. Perhaps you can come back again and share more of your insights with us. Thank you.
(*1) Saddam’s pretending to have WMD’s so as to appear stronger to his enemies was reported from interviews with him after his capture. And I don’t know where you can buy the Darth Vader clock, so please don’t ask.