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Monday, February 13, 2006

Rules of gun safety

Tuns out that Dick didn't just wing a guy by accident, he totally blew the guy away while hunting in a canned hunt.

I grew up in a hunting family, and these "hunts" are not hunting. They're open-air butchering grounds, the equivalent of shooting into cages. Think skeet with living creatures. That the Vice-President patronizes such clubs while others watch from the side of the road is bad enough, but then for him to violate the very basic rules of gun safety? Well, I knew this bunch was a group of fucking incompetent wankers, but they continue to surprise me with how colossally dumb they are. This all assuming, of course, that it was an accident and not Dick "Fuck you, Leahy" Shooting a guy in snarling, drunken anger.

Rule #1 of gun safety: don't point a gun at anything you don't want to remove from the face of the earth. Doesn't matter if it's unloaded. Doesn't matter if you're just joking. Doesn't matter if you think the safety is on. You could fill a small city with the number of American kids killed each year from screwing around with an "empty" gun.

To borrow a phrase from another blog, this administration is the gang that couldn't shoot straight. Literally. The VP shoots a guy (and it was way closer than 30 yards--look at that dispersal pattern) and they cover it up for 18 hours, sorta like how they decided that it was more important to eat cake than it was to help the citizens of New Orleans when the levees broke.

They interviewed the reporter who broke the story for the small Corpus Christi paper that got the call. She's the health and living editor and was working on a weekend. She gets the call? Not the AP? Wow.