Dick Cheney recently told the media that his post-vice presidential vociferousness is because he is committed to helping the little guy.
Dude, where have you been for the last eight years—or longer for that matter? I am the little guy. (Okay, I could stand to drop some pounds, but so can Dick.) Nonetheless, I am Jane the little guy.
I’m Jane the little guy who was declined medical coverage because of a pre-existing condition that I never asked to bear. I am the Jane the little guy who paid for my $80,000 cancer treatment. I am Jane the little guy who can’t sell my home because it isn’t worth shit in this economy, even though it is in a ‘nice’ neighborhood. Plus all the other little guys who can’t get credit to buy my now worth-nothing home. I’m Jane the little guy who watched my credit score go from excellent to below average because the big guy credit card companies—that I have religiously paid, on time, every month—have reduced my credit and raised my interest rates. I am Jane the little guy who tried to refi my home, but was told, sorry, no can do because your credit score has taken a drop and you are trying to retire.
So, Dick, I know the other little guys, like the soldiers electrocuted in showers in Iraq because of faulty electrical connections installed by the company that still pays you dividends, and some of the other little guys – like those soldiers that were told that torture is okay and they now have their careers destroyed, are happy to hear that you are on their side now. Right? You really mean the real little guy, right?