Well, I can add another item to the list of leisure getaways I will not be taking part in anytime soon…
No hunting trips with Dick Cheney.
Really, how is it possible to hit another person in your hunting party when you’re after quail? According to the Oxford Dictionary, a quail is a “small or medium-sized New World game bird.” A bird. So Dick is presumably aiming for the sky, yet he hits 78 year old Austin lawyer Harry Whittington, who is, presumably anyway, on the ground.
Now, I’m no fan of lawyers, especially the Texas Republican lot of them, but to be sprayed in the cheek, neck, and chest with shotgun pellets at 78? Ouch. That had to hurt. I feel for him. And perhaps he now feels for the quail.
At least there was a large tax-payer funded medical contingent along for the ride to keep tabs on Cheney’s heart. And yes, Cheney’s heart does seem to be a bit of an oxymoron… But more to the point, Whittington will be fine, and Cheney won’t have the death of a fellow deep-pocketed Republican on his conscience… (Another oxymoron?)
The moral of today’s story? Don’t hunt with Dick Cheney. If he accidentally shoots his conservative brethren, imagine what he does to his liberal adversaries.
