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"My Gun Doesn't Even Have a Safety"

Dick Cheney Strokes his Artillery

A news item more perfect than I could have dreamed up on a good day, via CNN.com:

WASHINGTON (AP) -- Vice President Dick Cheney accidentally shot and wounded a companion during a weekend quail hunting trip in Texas, spraying the fellow hunter in the face and chest with shotgun pellets.

What can I even say to this? Clearly the man's political and personal styles are similar, something along the lines of "shoot first..." At least he has just become the first one of the architects of the Iraq War to have ever fired a gun at another human being. It appears that the wounded man is a millionaire Austin attorney named Harry Whittington who has been active in Texas Republican politics since the 1950s. Though the incident could not immediately be confirmed as karmic, it does not appear to be fatal. Whittington, according to the ranch's owner, a Mr. Armstrong (I skimmed it, so sue me) was "peppered pretty good", something that, according to Mr. Armstrong, "happens from time to time" presumably because Cheney cannot go too long between expressions of his bloodlust. What else could be to blame for this? Rap music? Terrorists? Maybe Mr. Whittington's Bush-Cheney '04 check was not supplemented by the usual soft money donations from business associates? Who knows? Knowing Cheney, any mention of the incident will be disappeared before the paper hits the stands tomorrow morning.

Jealous, Anyone?

Here's where I had brunch today, at the lovely Arizona Inn here in Tucson, Arizona. Right in the middle of this rather poorly-kept desert city, a fantastic 1930 resort oasis. I had a Reuben, my darling girlfriend had the club sandwich and we took a walk around the lush grounds afterwards to work off the mayo and thousand islands. It was about eighty degrees out today, cloudless and dry, and I walked around the Fourth Avenue Bike Fair and watched a guy on a Hayubusa put down 186hp on a mobile dyno- cool. I am currently blogging (now that I am blogging, do I have to bitch about the term blogging?) from out-of-doors, on the patio of my place. With the whorled ribbons of incense and meth smoke entwining around me, my creative juices are set flowing in this, the portion of the year where the desert turns from foe to friend and the angry sun becomes the sustainer of lives of leisure. Leisure is kind of the theme in the coming months or so, as I am taking trips to the Baja Peninsula and, for the first and probably last time, Las Vegas, Nevada.

When not traveling, though, I will be here, planted at my laptop (or "Enlightenment Disseminator" as I like to call it) and bringing you the best in wastes of your time and mental capacity.

"Before I slide I'm gonna leave you this jewel/even mechanics walk around with they tools/It's The Militia"

-Freddie Foxxx

Seen on the Street of Tucson (click for larger image)

fin.

Posted by Mordred at February 12, 2006 11:54 PM
Listed under The White House , War on Terror .