Dick Cheney, Vice President of The United States of America, our second in command, the man who will run the country in the event of Bush’s death (or impeachment), shot a man in the face.
I usually have to stare at my blinking cursor for a few minutes before I can come up with a good way to start out my articles. Something that grabs attention sums up what I’ll be saying, and is hopefully interesting. This one just sort of wrote itself.
I mean, there is really little else that I can say about this. Dick Cheney … shot … a man … in the … FACE. That’s beautiful.
I thought that would be all I needed, but then I learned that not only did the vice president of the free world shoot a man in the face, but also in the heart.
That’s cold.
I’m sure that 78-year-old Harry Whittington jumped dashed right out there in front of the gun. Those 78-year-olds are known for being exceptionally spry.
As I’ve been reading the varying accounts and arguments surrounding this event, the main defense seems to be “it was an accident and it happens all the time.” That also, is wonderful.
Obviously precedence makes it OK. “People shoot their friends in the face all the time. No big deal.”
All joking aside for this paragraph, it is disheartening to me that the man we have placed in the second most powerful position in this country made such a simple safety mistake.
I’m not a big hunter, but I’m pretty sure that the sequence is ready-aim-fire and not ready-fire-aim.
Though perhaps I’m being too harsh on old Dick here, we all know that it is certainly easy to mistake a person for a quail. I fed some guy bird seed in the park for like an hour the other day before someone saw me and told me what I was doing.

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