Those of you who have been reading this blog since the beginning, know where what I think about the relationship between Condoleezza Rice and George W. Bush. Which is why, I find this editorial at USA Today particularly provocative :

It's hard to think of a good reason [Dick Cheney] should remain in office and logical to assume that some Republicans are pushing him to leave. It could be on "doctor's orders." He's 65 with serious heart problems.

Bush then could name a vice presidential successor who they hope might be nominated and win in '08. But the appointment would need approval of both houses of Congress. With control shifting to the Democrats in January, time may be of the essence.

Likely on the short might-be list (alphabetically):

•Bill Frist, 54, Senate majority leader from Tennessee.

•Rudy Giuliani, 62, former mayor of New York City.

•John McCain, 70, U.S. senator from Arizona.

•Condoleeza Rice, 52, secretary of State.

You know what --it wouldn't shock me if this were true. Especially with the prospect of Dick Cheney's impeachment.

Whether the political-industrial machine or Big Conservative Media want it or not, the case for impeachment is still very real and very much on the table. So it wouldn't shock me if, just for the shock value, Bush let's Cheney go to have Condoleeza as his rightful successor.

Think about it. It is good to be the queen and we know she is the queen of the kingdom Bush has built.

Here's another hint: the lies do tell.

Condoleeza recently said on Lou Dobbs she was not interested in seeking the presidency. Well, how many times has she lied about even more serious issues like, what she knew and when she knew about the plans of attack that culminated in 9/11/2001? Didn't GWB just lied a couple of weeks ago about his intention NOT to remove Rumsfeld from office?

So get ready, because Bush is not going down without a fight. He's going to make it impossible for the Democrats to win the presidency in 2008. That's his job as a lame-duck president. Yet a lame-duck he is not.

It's on, bitches. It's on like Grey Poupon on foie gras.