You turn to your most trusted advisor and ask, "Hey Dick, can I check out that undisclosed location you keep heading off to?"

Cheney laughs his evil laugh. "Georgie, you can't go there. That is my place. Only I am to know of its wherabouts. Mere mortals like you are not to know of it."

Cheney then shouts some ancient magical commands. "Zahig Auf Nan Raur!" He vanishes!

This strange experience has a strong impact on you. Eventually, you decide this political stuff is not for you and retire to your Texas ranch.