Sunday, February 12, 2006

Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

Blizzard has us holed up inside, we're both online, the cabin fever is building, but I startled poor bambino when I hooted in response to this headline:
Cheney Accidentally Shoots Fellow Hunter
Yup...this is the man we're trusting to keep us safe from the terrorists...well I, for one, will sleep much better now.


Anonymous Mountain Man said...

It is terrible, you can't help but laugh. I hope the shot man is ok but yeah, Cheney, you ridiculous turd. As if we needed more confirmation of idiocy at the top.

2/12/2006 05:53:00 PM  
Blogger James W. Bailey said...

Dear Edward,

I think Cheney was practising for volunteer border guard duty with the Minute Men in California. Californian Minute Men, being the sensitive and compassionate liberals they are, use soft bird shot out there when shooting at illegal immigrants, unlike those Arizona dudes who carry 220gn. .30-06 Full Metal Jacket rounds!

I'm a member of the NRA. I'll call my friends at the NRA's headquarters in Fairfax, Virginia, early Monday morning and make sure that Cheney receives a letter of commendation for shooting a major Republican Party donor!


2/12/2006 06:05:00 PM  
Anonymous r houston said...

I laughed really hard when I read that. You couldn't make this stuff up if you tried. I am glad that the gentelman in question is ok... too bad it wasn't the other way around...

It is pretty embarrasing that we are ruled by such a complete pack of morons though...

2/12/2006 08:28:00 PM  
Anonymous Ethan said...

It makes me think that maybe it's ok for Rehnquist to go hunting with Cheney afterall.

2/12/2006 09:05:00 PM  
Blogger JD said...

Priceless. And Cheney's office waited 24 hours to realease the story. . . neatly avoiding the Sunday morning talk shows?

2/12/2006 10:59:00 PM  
Blogger James W. Bailey said...

Two bird hunting buddies from Mississippi, one a politician facing a federal indictment, and the other a lawyer with a ton of dirt on his politician friend and who has cut a deal with the U.S. Attorney to testify against him (a deal that the politician knows about through an ex-girlfriend informant in the U.S. Attorney's office) are walkiing along in a baited field when suddenly the lawyer for some mysterious reason collapses to the ground.

The politican whips out his cell phone, calls 911 and tells the operator, "Damn! I think my huntin' buddy's done had a heart attack and died."

The 911 operator says, "Sir, before you panic, are you sure he's dead?"

"Hold on, son, and let me double check...BANG!...yeah, I'm afraid it looks like he's done passed on to heaven."

2/12/2006 11:54:00 PM  
Blogger Mark said...

2/13/2006 02:59:00 PM  

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