February 13, 2006

Really, occifer, I was aiming at a covey of quail!

If that isn't the oldest line in the book.

Apparently Vice President "Trigger-happy Dick" Cheney emerged from his undisclosed location over the weekend to "accidentally" blast a blaze orange-wearing geriatric quail hunter/campaign contributor with a spray of shotgun pellets, then have his office stay conveniently silent about it for nearly 24 hours.

So let's see, just recently we've had Wikipedia blocking U.S. Senate ISP addresses because too many senators are having staffers do more flattering "edits" to their biographies. We've got a media race to publish incriminating photos of President Bush schmoozing with Jack Abramoff. We've had NASA scientists saying their findings were altered before being made public to be more in-step with Bush administration talking points, CIA leaks detailing more missteps in the 'war on terror,' a spurned and disgruntled Brownie slinging barbs at Bush's inner circle about the Hurricane Katrina debacle, an attorney general who doesn't seem to have a very resolute grasp on the law being publicly questioned and allegations U.S. forces are force-feeding hunger-striking detainees at Guantanamo, lest they kill themselves and ruin their indefinite, delightfully indisputable incarcerations.

When, I ask you, is a scandal going to stick to this administration? I swear, even if it was revealed that Cheney was using his always-on-call personal ambulance to kidnap and carve up illegal immigrants to procure human organs to feed Karl Rove, they would still somehow emerge with hands clean and waving their flag of righteous patriotism.

About all that's left is a high-tier sex scandal of some sort–but apparently (and oddly comfortingly) there is still not enough money, power or Lysol in the world to make that worth anyone's while.