Thursday, December 11, 2003

Dick Cheney's Hunting Trip was like shooting fish in a barrel. Except, more literally, it was like shooting birds that could not escape. 70 of them.

Okay, in some small, weird part of my brain I can understand the allure of hunting. Not that I'd ever want to do it, mind you, but the idea of providing your own meal, tapping into some primal instinct... I get it. For some places in the country, it's a way of life, and if it's done safely it's ok.

But to get 70 birds, trapped, and just pick 'em off? What the fuck is that? That's like playing basketball with a golf ball. Sure you're gonna get it in the basket more, but is it any fun?

There are certain things is pays to put in extra work to do, Mr. Vice President. Like hunting. Or, say, Foreign Policy. Do a little extra, it'll be worth it, I promise.

posted by opus  at 10:16 AM

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