For me, the lasting image of President Barack Obama’s inauguration (omg-I can’t believe how good that sounds!), is not the magnificent millions of people jubilantly crowded through out Washington D.C., not President Obama (omg!) taking the oath next to his awesome wife and adorable daughters, and not the sheer joy of seeing Dubya fly out of town. For me, the lasting image is Dick Cheney coming out in a wheel chair. He looked lumpy and disgruntled, like the way I felt when I was a kid at Kmart with my mom, fearing that someone might see me there, and think that’s where I got all my clothes.
The site of Dick in his chair hearkened back to the time he was photographed at a Holocaust Memorial wearing a heavy parka with that same old grump face like a kid whose mom dressed him in that coat against his wishes.
I’m not one for conspiracy theories, but I don’t think Dick really hurt his back. I think he had to be forced out of his undisclosed location and the only way to get him to the inauguration was to wheel him out.
