"Cheney at the Bat"

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Excerpt from "Cheney at the Bat"

. . .

It looked extremely rocky for the White House team that day;
The defense team was in shambles, with little time to play.
After Ari told his story, and Judy did the same,
A pallor wreathed the features of the wingnuts at the game.

A straggling few got up to go, leaving there the rest,
With that hope which springs eternal within the human breast.
For they thought: "If only Cheney could get a whack at that,"
They'd put even money now, with Cheney at the bat.

But scores preceded Cheney (each detailed at Firedoglake),
Each said "Irving's a pudd'n;" each named poor Scoot' a fake,
The Freepers sat in silence, their cheering voices canned,
For there seemed but little chance of Cheney's getting to the stand.

But Wells continued onward, to the wonderment of all,
And the much beleaguered lawyers won't let Irving take the fall.
Each witness came, each witness left, and few are left to speak.
"Next witness," said Judge Walton, in this trial of the Leak.

Then from the rightwing bleachers went up a joyous yell–
It rumbled in the mountaintops, it rattled in the dell;
It struck up the hillside and resounded from the band;
For Cheney, mighty Cheney, was advancing to the stand.

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