Shoot Your Friends

Dick Cheney


shot his buddy.


In the face.


With a shotgun.


Apparently, it was the dude's fault he got shot in the face. Oh. Of course. Dick Chenney, hunting quail -- a fat, slow moving bird -- ends up firing his gun right into his huntin' buddy. That's gonna be a tad awkward at the next fund-raiser.

It's not mentioned in any of the articles, but I'm sure there was some beer involved.

I really cannot believe that they're trying to blame the guy who got shot for this. None of the articles seems to be willing to point out the obvious. Dick Chenney spun and fired his shotgun wildly and struck his friend. (He did not, as far as I can tell, hit any birds.)

I think in a majority of hunting accidents, it's pretty clear that the person at fault is the person doing the shooting. Now, perhaps they are drunk. And perhaps they are tired. And perhaps they are pumped full of adrenaline about the prospect of killing some animals with a high-powered weapon, but that doesn't make the victim of the shooting responsible.

It's not like Whittington (the guy who was shot) was hiding behind some bushes in camo. He was walking up behind Cheney in the way that you would when someone is in front of you. "Hey look, there's my buddy Dick. Fat old Vice President Dick Cheney. Considering how out of shape the guy is, it's amazing he hasn't keeled over and died. I wonder if he has some more beer." <BANG>

I personally would not, but one could draw parallels between this hunting "accident" and other Bush administration follies. The shoot yourself in the foot imagery is definately appealing. Perhaps a satirist could draw Cheney shooting a dapper man (labeled Denmark) with a gun labeled Iraq War. That would certainly be an appropriate thing for a person to do.

In other news, it snowed here.