a dissociative trance as my father drove me to the local National Guard Armory, where | was prostituted to Ford. He took me into an empty room, pushed me down on the wooden floor as he unzipped his pants and said, ‘Pray on this.’ Then he brutally, sexually assaulted me. Afterward, my memory was compartmentalized through use of high voltage. | was then carried out to the car where | lay in the back seat, muscles contracted, stunned, in pain, and unable to move.” And then there was Dick Cheney, President Ford’ s chief of staff. After Cathy was hunted down and caught in Cheney’ s game of “human hunting,” she stood naked in his hunting-lodge office as he paced around and gave her this choice: “I could stuff you and mount you like a jackalope and call you a two-legged deer. Or | could stuff you with this--he unzipped his pants to reveal his oversized penis--right down your throat and then mount you. Which do you prefer?” Apparently, Cheney’ s oversized penis balanced out Senator Byrd’ s tiny penis--a tawdry version of Emerson’ s Law of Compensation. Cathy specialized in political figures (although she was also thrust upon by country singers such as “CIA operatives” Merle Haggard and Kris Kristofferson). With unintentional prophetic irony, Cathy described her 1983 meeting with Ronald Reagan, George Bush and Dick Cheney: HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015231