
Michael Petrelis gleefully points out that young Mary Cheney's book is now selling for less than a dime on Amazon. What a steal! The memoir is all about how it's totally cool to support the people who think you're a disease, which sounds like a fun read.
To be fair, the seven-cent copy is "used," though for what purpose we cannot imagine. You can also obtain a "collectible" copy for $29.99 -- the seller explains that the book is inscribed to "somebody." Somebody! Is that Mary's euphemism for her wife?



You're better when you deal with MUNI, Matt. This was a low blow in my opinion.
She started it.
Plus she was totally chicken and never came to San Francisco on her "book tour." No comment on her virginal baby, her dead father and her freakish mother