So... Where Was Lynne?

Okay, I'll admit that I am behind the curve on this one. Maybe it comes from being in my dotage, maybe it comes from lacking a firm grasp of the obvious, but here's a twist I didn't think of.

Where was Lynne Cheney on that fateful day when Dick-Whittington-and-His-Cat got that facefull of birdshot from VP Crashcart? What was that nasty little lesbian-porno novelist slash uptight Republican bitch up to?

Could it be that Whittington, a 78-year-old Hugh-Hefner-wannabe, was playing a little game of hide-the-pickle with Lynne, and The Dick found out about it and fired a warning shot across Harry's brows?

Okay, so Lynne's not exactly my cup of tea, but to each his own. Besides, when you're 78, I would imagine that the pickings are pretty slim. Lynne Cheney vs. Mary Hand and her five daughters? Tough choice. Right up to the time the birdshot enters your skin. At least Mary Hand doesn't have a jealous husband who can't get it up himself but still doesn't want her to have any fun.