Put more bluntly, what O'Neill was saying here is: You have to lie.
O'Neill disagrees that an advertising war is the best response.
A resident of Pacifica, California, O'Neill spends her spare time reading Hemingway, growing vegetables, and rock climbing.
"At least a drug dealer gives an addict something tangible for his or her money," O'Neill says.
But when O'Neill began to express his concerns, Cheney blew him off.
The old O'Neill, instead of being irritated, saw in this exploit a proof of commendable energy.
This junction O'Neill was determined to defeat, and did defeat it;—but let us not anticipate.
Presently they heard Mrs. O'Neill calling, but they just sat still, stifling their giggles.
If you are her father, Mr. O'Neill, sir, I am her father also.
O'Neill ran back to tell his comrades and as he arrived a big shell fell just outside the cellar.