I don't have to explain why I chose Mr. Dick, do I?
With his twisted, downturned mouth, his ailing heart.
Dick Cheney, embodiment of our rampaging American male member.
Casting its engorged shadow across the landscape.
Dysfunctional appendage running wild, starting war after war around the planet, plundering ecosystems, lost in a game of murderous one-upmanship with its identical swollen enemies.

But Dick can change, he can heal.
He's our sociopathic brother, he's not to blame.
We heal ourselves.
We all need help. We need a push.
When we drum the spirits are listening.
When we drum we open a door.
It's up to Dick to walk through that door.