It was an event almost too crazy to be true, and it's taken me this long to blog about it, but Dick Cheney shooting his huntin' buddy in the face until he had a heart attack is pretty gigantic stuff. The Dick is getting a lot of flak over here for ever so slightly delaying publicizing the tragic accident (to be fair to Jabba, it's not the sort of thing you'd run out and tell the world about), but when you hear that he let his friend go to hospital, and decided not to accompany him, but go to dinner instead, and then when you hear that the Dick may have been drinkin' before goin' a-huntin', you start to think, yeah that sounds about right. That's the Cheney we know. That's the Cheney who didn't care about sending thousands of Americans and Iraqis to their deaths in a war based on lies and profits. That's our Dick. He has since been on TV - on Fox of course, with a hand-picked interviewee who had no intention of asking the tough questions - to admit that he had 'one beer' at lunch that day, sounding every inch like a drunk driver telling the traffic cop he'd 'only had the one'. Is it illegal to go huntin' after drinkin'? Can't they just go watch Rocky III like, er, normal people? No, they have to go play with guns. I tell you what though, if the Dick is that bad a marksman, it's a good job he got out of going to Vietnam five times - he'd have brought 'friendly fire' to new levels. But I reckon that when he shot that guy Harry Whittington, he thought he was actually shooting at a member of the Bin Laden family. After all, they are known to hide behind the Bushes, too.
he does look like Elmer Fudd, though
20.2.06 03:41
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