They Shoot Republicans, Don't They?
At last, a news story that brings a authentic smile to the lips and a surge of pleasure-inducing chemicals to the brain.
Dick Cheney shoots some guy on a hunting tip. Mistook him for a large bird, apparently. It seems that Dick's glasses were fogged up at the time, he'd had a few drinks and was experiencing palpitations. Although his spokesperson preferred to describe it as the 'normal excitement engendered by the impending thrill of the kill'.
Really, who would ever give Dick Cheney a gun? A tank, maybe. An F-16, okay. But a shotgun?
Could there be a more heart-rending advertisement for the nobel and manly American pastime of slaughtering helpless animals for fun? The NRA has got to be ecstatic. Now that Cheney has legitamized blasting people you know by "accident," think of all the imbeciles who will be running out to buy guns and do the same thing.
Still, when I imagine Dick Cheney (not something I do often), I see him with a walker, muttering to himself, planning revenge on unspecified targets. Can't really see him carrying a weapon. The good news, of course, is that he shot a Republican lawyer from Texas. It doesn't get much better than that. Unless other Republicans jump on the band wagon and start shooting each other. It could become a Democratic slogan for the November elections: Why shoot a deer when you can shoot your Republican congressman (by accident, needless to say)?
The best comment of the day, from a so-called friend of the Vice President: "Dick cheney is the most sensitive of hunters."
Talk about oxymorons. The sensitive killer. A uniquely American type.
Way to go, Dick! You sensitive soul. We know you're not the sneaky, rapacious, self-serving, war mongering ghoul those Godless, left-wing sissies who have never murdered an animal for sport portray you as.
On other matters, to long lost friends and phantoms who periodically surface and make contact, it's great to know you're still out there. The circular nature of things make this possible. It's not as if we have a choice about staying on the merry-go-round. I blame the universe, rotating to a tune that only dogs can hear. As for figuring out what I'm trying to say, I don't, so why should you? But if you're determined, I suggest you check out my novels, accessed at PublishAmerica.com
All the best, stay well, stay in touch..
Dick Cheney shoots some guy on a hunting tip. Mistook him for a large bird, apparently. It seems that Dick's glasses were fogged up at the time, he'd had a few drinks and was experiencing palpitations. Although his spokesperson preferred to describe it as the 'normal excitement engendered by the impending thrill of the kill'.
Really, who would ever give Dick Cheney a gun? A tank, maybe. An F-16, okay. But a shotgun?
Could there be a more heart-rending advertisement for the nobel and manly American pastime of slaughtering helpless animals for fun? The NRA has got to be ecstatic. Now that Cheney has legitamized blasting people you know by "accident," think of all the imbeciles who will be running out to buy guns and do the same thing.
Still, when I imagine Dick Cheney (not something I do often), I see him with a walker, muttering to himself, planning revenge on unspecified targets. Can't really see him carrying a weapon. The good news, of course, is that he shot a Republican lawyer from Texas. It doesn't get much better than that. Unless other Republicans jump on the band wagon and start shooting each other. It could become a Democratic slogan for the November elections: Why shoot a deer when you can shoot your Republican congressman (by accident, needless to say)?
The best comment of the day, from a so-called friend of the Vice President: "Dick cheney is the most sensitive of hunters."
Talk about oxymorons. The sensitive killer. A uniquely American type.
Way to go, Dick! You sensitive soul. We know you're not the sneaky, rapacious, self-serving, war mongering ghoul those Godless, left-wing sissies who have never murdered an animal for sport portray you as.
On other matters, to long lost friends and phantoms who periodically surface and make contact, it's great to know you're still out there. The circular nature of things make this possible. It's not as if we have a choice about staying on the merry-go-round. I blame the universe, rotating to a tune that only dogs can hear. As for figuring out what I'm trying to say, I don't, so why should you? But if you're determined, I suggest you check out my novels, accessed at PublishAmerica.com
All the best, stay well, stay in touch..
posted by Bruce Leigh at 4:29 PM
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Hey bleighblogspot, when's the next post coming? That is your real name right?
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