So now Cheney admits that he had one or two beers before shooting the crap out of the rich donor that he went "hunting" with. Every cop in the world knows what that means. It means he was drunk as a lord.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."
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So that's why the Secret Service negotiated a next day appointment for Cheney to talk to the Sheriff. The delay meant no drug testing for alcohol.
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