Cheney's still got his crime family embedded in the Dubya White House
(which is coming under new management). Now come the crowbars and chisels, to remove it entire. A lot of extra-Constitutional crap was concocted and crammed through the rubber stamp Congress by Cheney's Crew, from their obsessive fixation on the Fuhrer Principle. I mean, Unitary Executive.
A lot of stove-piping of wrong and false flag intel was created or corraled by Cheney's Crew, and foisted upon the nation via the right wing media organs. Even the Pentagon and CIA had to eat some of the shit sandwich and then go tell the nation it was real good stuff.
They resented it then. They still very much resent it.
The GOP's recent electoral evisceration doesn't mean a thing to Cheney. Not he; the Master of the Stiff Arm, the Stone Wall and the Big Lie was all set to just ignore messengers from the Dem Congress, and whatever subpoena they rode in on. Whether due to Pump Head or due to Bunker Mentality, he was prepared to hold out in his undisclosed location no matter how long the arm of America's laws. He shook himself free of that years ago.
What Dick n' Rummy cannot ignore or rebuff are the machinations of the CIA, Pentagon, and the Old Guard, all of which is now turned on, and turned against them. The small, secret wheels of the shadow government are now grinding exceedingly fine, and heading in their direction.
Payback will be a real bitch. It's one of those occasions when hanging them twice before shooting, skinning and salting them will simply not be enough. Revenge in depth, served cold, is on its way.
Rummy is out, and Cheney is out, out of the ultimate insider's loop. They sit in their same chairs, in their same offices, but the rug has been pulled, and everybody knows it.
People used to call them with little secrets, timely info, lists of enemies, political dirt and damage reports. But the phones aren't ringing for Dick n' Rummy now. They sit there, knowing damn well that all those phone calls are still going on, all around them, all around them, but no longer with their benefit in mind. The fear is gone; the orcs do not mind their masters any more.
When Dick licks his finger now and sticks it in the wind, all he tastes and all he smells is left behind from the last time he wiped himself.