Speaking of roast, we have no AC here at Bottomless Studio, and it is fucking hot.
I use this formerly vulgar expletive* in honor of this post's subject. You've probably seen this, but I didn't till now. From June 19, Dick Cheney gets mercilessly harpooned, in public, by Jonathan Slant, President of the National Press Club, and can do absolutely nothing about it, at a luncheon in which he was subbing for Gerald Ford.
Watch Cheney's face as he swells like a toad with the slightly bored pride of a man used to having lists of his accomplishments rattled off in public, and then watch the slow, squirming burn at about 1:14 into the video.
You can almost hear him thinking "Eh?" and then, "I'm vice-president. Surely I can shoot him."
And you may remember this moment from the gods:
_________________ *I mean, if the vice president himself says it publicly, is it at all profane? I thought everything a president or veep says was cleansed by its journey from their mouths from the vilest sewage to the purest honey.
"Eternity in the company of Beelzebub, and all of his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me & this pencil." --E. Blackadder, 1789 Questionable
words & pictures from John Linton Roberson