The not-so secret service

I went to the parliamentary inauguration yesterday. I sat 10 rows behind Dick[head] Cheney who caused a major military ruckus and shut the whole city down. It was like Armageddon of Chinooks, tanks, blockades and shooters… I was caught in a dust storm from chopper blades cutting up a few cubic tonnage of dust. Aside from the military brouhaha, the inauguration qualified as quite possibly the most boring event I have ever attended in my life.

But I did get whistled at by a sniper from the secret service although I suspect not too secret when they wear flak jackets with “secret service” written on them?