The president's press conference.
Notice how he refuses to look off to this right.
He knows what lies there.
An ominous visage. A dark sight.
A portent he dare not acknowledge.
It is his wraith. His shade. His...Cheney.
And it comes for him.
When the Cheney emerges, doom follows his footfalls.
Woe to those that the Cheney seeks.
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