Monday, February 13, 2006

So Dick Cheney shot some guy.

This has garnered quite a bit of attention, but it's bound to be a flash in the pan, I predict. Apparently Dick Cheney was out quail hunting with his friend, the high-powered lawyer Harry Whittington. Cheney quailed and misfired, hitting Whittington in the face with quailshot (or whatever the ammo you use to shoot quails with is called. While I did kill a chicken once, I've never shot a quail. You don't use chickshot on chickens—just for the record.)

Light news stories like this one can fill me with mischief. Anyone out there know their Westerns? I rewrote part of the theme to The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence. If you know the tune, sing along:

Cause the point of a gun was the only law
That Dick Cheney understood.
When it came to shooting straight and fast
He warn't too good.

From out of the West Dick Cheney came,
Oil leger in his hand, a man,
The kind of a man to find Dubya-M-Ds,
When none are in Iraqi land.

Cause the point of a gun was the only law
That Dick Cheney understood,
When it came to shooting straight and fast
He warn't too good.

Many a quail would face his gun,
But many a man would fall.
The man who shot Harry Whittington,
He shot Harry Whittington,
He was the meanest of them all.

©2006 Last Chance Music. All Rights Reversed.

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