There is a lot of irony in the Dick Cheney shooting.
When I heard the news - in my snoozing slumber - I said, "no fucking way." It didn't prompt me to wake up, but I'll admit - I've thought about it a lot throughout the day. In a way - the whole event makes me chuckle because, well, it involves an asshole named Cheny. But when you really sit and think about guns - fuck a duck - this is no laughing matter. Having grown up in an NRA-supportive family; losing a mother to a .38; and having a father who used to shoot for sport and who still sees absolutley nothing wrong with keeping a gun in a household with children, I can safely say...who fucking knows. Having a gun hasn't helped out my family life whatsoever. No protection there. It just gave my mother an option for which to kill herself. A gun just gave Cheny another option to wreak havoc on the life of yet another American. Sorry to be so idealistic.
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You don't even know me but I stumbled on your blog through Jillypickle's blog who I got through Muerto de risa's blog who I got through Pigeontoe's blog. In other words you're a friend of a friend of a friend. Anyway, I too thought it was a strange irony that the veep had shot someone. When I first heard of it- and I hate to admit this, I was hoping (disgustingly enough) that this "friend" would have been "his boss"....but no such luck.
well, good to meet you.
imagine - he mistook Bushy for a bird!
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