My name is David Addington, chatty Davey Addington, counsel to Lynne Cheney's broken heart, "Dear Addy," as she writes to me with fright'ning regularity, "I suffer ev'ry moment we're apart." I fear she knows what Cheney did, and prob'ly knows where Cheney hid, so if she, too, gets hit with a subpoena, And he discovers how she feels, he'll make me act before she squeals and render his ex-wife to Argentina. Look what became of Judy Miller, author of so much Times filler, protecting "all" her confidential sources. She went to jail for Scooter Libby? Well that is such a monstrous fib. He merely fronted Addy's tour de forces. Hist'ry will reveal "Dear Addy" was the source who was too chatty, the one who helped Dick cause Bush so much grief, But stayed away from Laura Bush, although I've lusted for her tush, and though she wrote she loved my leitmotif. Bob Carlson |