On February 12, 2006 it was reported that the Vice President of the United States at the time had accidentally shot a fellow hunter in the face, neck and chest while quail hunting in Texas.
VP Dick Cheney was zeroed in on a flying quail. Following it in his sights, moving with the bird, he fired and caught a friend of his with a bunch of buckshot. Fortunately for all, the wounds were not life threatening.
Now as terrible as that sounds, it begs some thoughts and questions. First of all, …. a quail? Wait…. a quail? That is the hunt of the day?
Here’s the scenario. Three 70 year old men out looking for quail. Not Dan, but the cute little bird. One of the men is the Vice President with a heart condition. This means that policy dictates that he is followed on this adventure by – at least – three doctors and two ambulances plus, of course, a posse of Secret Service personnel.
So visualize the scene. The VP, two other old guys, three doctors, two ambulances and a shitload of armed Secret Service people trudging across the Texas tundra in search of the dreaded quail. Again, not Dan.
Let’s not forget that at that same time, there were thousands of American soldiers in Afghanistan, Iraq and Kuwait doing essentially the same thing except they were hunting the Taliban and Al Queda. Oh, they didn’t have the doctors, ambulances and Secret Service yet they are hunting things that shoot back.
The Texas friendly fire incident must have been one of the most ridiculous scenes imaginable. But wait, a few more questions…
Should a person with a known heart condition to the point of needing all of those medical personnel even be handling a gun or even have a license? Oh, excuse me, that’s his right… Second Amendment and all.
Ok then, here’s another. How much does it cost the American taxpayer to have this moron entertain his nursing home friends for a day of proving they don’t have little dicks? How much?
How much body armor and supplies could this money have provided our men and women at war?
But then again, I definitely slept more comfortably knowing our VP was keeping us safe from the dreaded quail.
#Thoughts
