I’m wondering, in what they themselves call “The CEO Presidency,” if they have those stupid motivational posters up on all the walls. You know the ones: beautifully photographed rowers, eagles, mountain climbers, etc, with some sort of corporately uplifting blahblah about “Empowerment” or “Teamwork” or some such “you are now required not only to sell your labour, but also your heart and soul” taurine scat.

Listening to: “Look at all these idiots” by Mr. Burns, from the album The Simpsons Sing the Blues

Mood: Cranky. Wanna make something of it?

Honestly, if more people went to church or temple or actual mountain-climbing, fewer people would feel the need to find the meaning of life in the business pages. It reminds one of the old saying “Be all you’re told to be.”

Yeah, definitely cranky. And I’m not even hung over.

But one wonders, one does, what kind of posters Cheney has on his wall. I’ve always wanted an office with a waiting room, just so I could mindfuck the people in it; don’t kid yourself, that is what waiting rooms are for. Just ask any receptionist.  I’d hang something plausible-looking from Despair.com on the walls, perhaps my favorite, this one:

Scatter around a few books like Bad Postcards, Waiting for Godot, some Philip K. Dick, maybe a few tattered copies of the Journal of Irreproduceable Results, and watch their heads slowly melt under the onslaught. I’m a big meanie.

But What Would Cheney Hang? Besides Democrats?

As I’ve pointed out before, Whittington gave the Republican party $6,500 last year; this is obviously insufficient to protect you against being actually shot by the Vice President. I would suggest setting the floor for donations at about ten k, just to be safe. When faced with a man of such obvious outcome-based orientation, what can we suppose he’d favour to look upon?

Mene, mene, tekel upharsin. 

NAH.

This: