Hunting Season

There was big news on Sunday, so of course I didn't bother writing about it. Vice President Dick Cheney shot his friend, a 78 year old man, in the face. The victim, lawyer Harry Whittington, apparently bore a striking resemblance to slow, chubby, farm raised birds recently released into the bushes so that the Vice President and his friends could shoot them.

Anyway, we've all heard the story by now and it almost goes without say that it was great news for America. As we started another soul sucking week slaving away in cubicles to enrich the stock options of overpaid executives, our day was brightened by a story of our Vice President putting bird shot into a man's face. It doesn't get any better than that, people. Our spirits soared. Everything seemed a little brighter, a little more colorful. We could already sense the jokes writing themselves. We got many a laugh from this comical event. A very lucky Dick Cheney got to shoot a lawyer. Yes America, we were all winners yesterday. Except the man who got shot in the face.