Yeah, if you look closely on the video from last Monday you can see a spring blow out from the side of Dave’s premature gray scalp. Dial down, Davey. Back off the espresso. Take a deep breath . . . relax . . . walk it off . . . put on some Kenny G and do some T'ai Chi or something . . . ‘cause you’re scaring the children.
Is the Cheney story the story we should be obsessing on right now? Well, in a word: No. Granted, he is the Veep, and he did shoot someone; but come on, this is not the most important news item in the US this week. Britney Spears’ mysterious trip to a Malibu clinic is what should have our focus. Jeez, people . . . get with it! Britney could be ill.
Hey hysterical media chum suckers, if you want to obsess about a gun (or guns) in South Texas, why don’t you travel a little further southwest from Corpus Christi to Laredo where U.S. authorities just snatched ready-to-detonate IEDs, materials for making 33 more, military style grenades, 26 grenade triggers, large quantities of AK-47 and AR-15 assault rifles, 1280 rounds of ammo, silencers, machine gun assembly kits, 300 primers, bullet proof vests, police scanners, sniper scopes, narcotics and cash from Mexican dope dealers? Now, Dave, there’s an all-beef patty for you and all the other reporters suffering from mad cow disease to sink your teeth into.
Look, Bush and Cheney will be hated and vilified by the spurned and pouty, short-fused, laughable left ‘til Jesus comes back to clean house. If the President or Vice President wore white after Labor Day, had white wine with beef, swam without waiting the full 30 minutes after they had eaten lunch or drank milk after the expiration date there would be a Moses-like media hailstorm over these faux pas. And I guarantee that if Cheney had not accidentally shot Mr. Harry Whittington, they still would have made a huge deal out of him purposefully slaying Mr. Bob White and his feathered la familia.
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