Left all atwitter over Cheney's itchy trigger finger
By Daniel Patrick
Welch
Online Journal Contributing Writer
Feb 13, 2006, 22:05
Of course, most of
you already know I�ve never been the vice president�s biggest fan. I�ve often
confused him with Lon Chaney, and yes, I�ve had him in my sights before . . . er,
so to speak. But I find it unconscionable that the left wing punditocracy is
having such unearned fun over Cheney�s unfortunate hunting accident. I mean who
is the victim here? The vice president, who was deprived of the chance to
become a marksman through proper training in Vietnam just because he had other
priorities or some wealthy Texan (a conservative and a lawyer -- hello!)
who had the bad sense to go on a hunting trip with ol� Duck! Cheney?
Fun�s fun, but
really, come on. We can�t just keep taking potshots at some poor civil servant
who gave up a lucrative position at Halliburton just so he could serve his
country by greasing the wheels for no-bid contracts for the same company. Here
he is, working so hard on behalf of the people that he had to spend valuable
workdays shopping for a mansion in Maryland while Katrina churned into the Gulf
Coast -- and people are making jokes at his expense. It just goes to show you
that, even if you spend your whole life building up a reputation, it only takes
one little slip-up for the whole thing to blow up in your face.
Well, actually, it
blew up in Whittington�s face, I guess. But has anyone ever stopped to ask the
tough questions? What was he doing there, dressed like that, at that time of
whatever day it turns out to have been, with a vice president like that? Am I
the only one to think he might have wanted it? I mean, I�m not exactly saying
he was asking for it; but who goes on a hunting trip with Duck! Cheney?
Duh! Everybody knows why Tony Soprano never got into that golf club, if you
know what I mean. People who value their own health just aren�t comfortable
around violent criminals. Fore!! Where is the so-called press on this?
On the other hand,
I guess it�s only thanks to hindsight that we know Cheney�s secure, undisclosed
location is pretty much secure only for the vice president himself. I mean, it
was pretty safe for Nino Scalia. He didn�t even have to recuse himself, let
alone get shot in the face. And everybody knows the old adage: keep your
enemies close, and shoot your friends in the face. Or something like that. And
I know everyone says Cheney is an avid hunter. But I can�t seem to picture him
traipsing through the brush in his $900 Guccis. I keep thinking of that Monty
Python bit, where the king has a sort of skeet shooting contraption that
launches peasants in the air every time he yells, �Pull!�
I just wish the
self-appointed left critics wouldn�t always take a scattershot approach to
Cheney�s wrongdoing. It could be that it was a simple accident: after all, as
Tom Lehrer famously pointed out decades ago, tons of people shoot their friends
hunting, easily mistaking them for . . ."a deer in a bright red hat?� And
the self-righteous left goes on and on as if they never shot a friend in the
face. We�ve already heard from one right-wing gasbag after another: apparently
it happens all the time. We just don�t know because we hate freedom so much;
hell, my wife and I don�t even own a gun! And according to Katharine Armstrong, on whose honest Republican cloth
ranch the incident was belatedly revealed to have taken place, it wasn�t even
that big a deal. �He got pretty well peppered,� was all she said of the
impudent attorney in Cheney�s line of fire. But I don�t know about that one. I
mean, I ate a bowl of ramen last night that was �pretty well peppered,� but
neither I nor my soup wound up being flown out for treatment.
And so what if it
was or wasn�t an accident? Did anyone ever stop to remember that the Bush
cartel hates lawyers that aren�t currently working on a bribery, election theft
or war crimes case for them? Whatever happened to the other old adage -- you
know, �a lawyer in the face is worth two birds in the Bush (family
something-or-other).� I never can keep those old adages straight. But maybe it
was just that: a sort of warning shot across the brow, if you will, for the
legal community. I mean, it is 2006 after all, the Bush menagerie is going to
have to keep a lot of lawyers in line if they want to stay out of jail. Cheney
was probably just doing his hatchet -- or, rather, birdshot -- job like all
dutiful vice presidents; no need to get all happy over it. Maybe he mistook Whittington
for Pat Fitzgerald -- I�m sure the vice president knows whose name was on that
sealed indictment.
But all these
speculative reasons are kind of beating around the Bush, as it were, without
taking real aim at the real issues. It may not be about Cheney or Bush
themselves, but on behalf of a greater good. Cheney, like most thinking people
(and most agree that he, unlike his �boss,� may indeed be a thinking person,
even if the thoughts he thinks are always evil ones), must have winced when
Bush told an audience of combat troops that �I have an injury too.� Even the
Darth Vader of the administration can�t think it�s in good taste to compare a
scratch from clearing brush to poor kids being sent to fight his war getting
their limbs blown off in Iraq.
Maybe, just maybe
-- but you�d never hear the liberal press say it! -- maybe ol� Duck! was
just trying to lend a little more seriousness to the injuries of an elite who
is as quick to send others� kids to die as they are to eschew military service
themselves. You want risk? You want danger? You want authentic? How about
getting shot in the face! Take that, Fiddy Cent! Of course, it might
ring truer if Cheney had shot himself in the face . . . now that�s
legit! And no body armor! Take that, Tom Tolles!
And of course,
there is the nonsense about how it took so long for the incident to be
reported. Typical left wing �cover-up� whining. I�m sure they told everyone who
had a need or a right to know. Let�s see, there was Whittington himself, of
course, as well as Cheney�s medical team. And let�s not forget Strongarm
herself. And people are trying to puff it up into some sort of 18-hour gap. I�m
sure a loyal secretary will appear to explain how she managed to erase that bit
of time.
Some criticism does
seem on target. I got one email with the following complaint: �I have no health
care, and this bastard has an ambulance on call?? We are sooo fucked!� Others
were unfazed, echoing the Soprano logic I outlined above: �Hey, if you hang out
with gangsters, you�re bound to get shot sooner or later.� It does seem to lack
compassion for poor Attorney Whittington, though, and that could be a problem
for the Bush House of Cards. If they keep blaming him for his own shooting, he
just might pull an Abramoff or a Brownie. Loyalty only goes so far.
Another lesson I think should be drawn here is that, while
the whole world may look like it is beginning to crumble around La Cosa
Bushstra, fighting truth and justice on so many fronts, it is only fitting that
Cheney should prove that the gang can still hit a moving target or two, even if
the target is a near-octogenarian. And they have simultaneously proven the old
saw of Gary Trudeau's Duke when he pulled a gun on the NRA president in a bar.
"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that!" Duke
warns. "I could have blown you away!" "I�m sorry," retorts
the NRA leader, "that would have been your right." And Duke agrees,
of course: "I know, but I don't want to get thrown out of here!"
There are opportunities here that offer a chance for the
right wing to unify its agenda, instead of a shotgun approach to domestic
policy, by gay-bashing, tax cuts, and sowing fear. Imagine the power of merging
the right's longstanding protection of gun rights (except when the guns in
question are held by brown people) with the long-sought goal of Social Security
privatization. Who needs the trust fund: send everyone over 65 on a hunting
trip with Dick Cheney! Problem solved. Because at heart, it's best to return to
the simple truths: guns don't shoot people, vice presidents do. Pull!!
� 2006 Daniel
Patrick Welch
Writer,
singer, linguist and activist Daniel Patrick
Welch lives and writes in Salem, Massachusetts, with his wife, Julia
Nambalirwa-Lugudde. Together they run The
Greenhouse School.
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