  Speaking of LaRouche, here is the eminent Lyndon himself urlLink on Dick Cheney: As coming developments will show more clearly, Mrs. Lynne Cheney's adopted rogue, her husband, the brutishly bungling Vice President Dick, is no self-made man, and certainly no genius.
That snarling creature on that lady's leash, is a consummately greedy and culpable creature, but not a notably intelligent one. When one speaks of that Vice President, think of something more along the lines of Mrs. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley's lurching Frankenstein Monster. In short: Dick Cheney did not create the beast he has become today. He is only a very bad actor, playing a part created by such cleverer men as Nazi "crown jurist" Carl Schmitt's one-time protégé, the Hutchins-appointed University of Chicago Professor Leo Strauss. I've always pictured Dick as more the Freddy Krueger type myself, you know, child molesting, burned up. Shambling Frankenstein's Monsters are too dignified for Cheney. They can't swear for one thing.
Still, LaR clearly has a point. I'm not sure what that point is. The full text of the essay, if you're brave enough to slog your way through it, claims that FDR's legacy was destroyed by the "rock-sex-drugs-counterculture" of the 60s and that this movement gave birth to Beast-Man Cheney. There isn't any logical flow to this argument, but I like it. Hippies are gross. I like to blame them for the state of the world. Also, I like to imagine Cheney with long, greasy, stringy hair and a tie-dye T-shirt listening to Jimi Hendrix records and smokin' the mad mad spleefs. 
