Dick Cheney is a truly horrible human being. I may have told this story before here but it bears repeating.
I was playing poker in Las Vegas and sitting next to a rather well-dressed woman — “well-dressed” in the sense that the jeans and blouse were “designer” and the jewelry was seriously real. Women make up but a tenth of poker players and well-dressed ones are rare.
I started the standard chit-chat with, “So where are you from?”
“Wyoming,” she said.
“Oh, Dick Cheney’s state,” I replied.
“Oh yes, Cheney’s state. I know him, you know.”
“What? Really?” I said.
“Really. He lives just down the block.”
At this point I assumed I was chatting with a Repbulican. She’s clearly wealthy. Lives in an up-scale community down the block from the Cheneys and is visiting Las Vegas during the WSOP. So I asked the obvious: “What’s he like?” And expected the worst.
She leaned over and said, very quietly, “He’s pure evil. Pure fucking evil.”
And we went back to playing poker.