Just when you think the world is going all to hell, the vice president of the United States shoots a lawyer in the face. I am old enough to remember when we had to make do with Gerald Ford beaning spectators with golf balls. Believe me, this is better.

Ok, that’s all. I promise to leave this alone from now on. This is like napalm birthday cake frosting, too rich and hard to dose right.

Too much material. I mean, come on. Lawyer. Face. Shotgun. Quail. Ambulance. Hunting license. Cover up. Blame the victim.

Seriously, I’m finished now.

Not another peep.

Not another peep out of me.

Although, god. You have to admire Cheney’s balls, as much as I hate to say that. Weak ticker, he could go at any moment, and he still goes bird hunting, he just brings an ambulance and medical team along with him. That’s the kind of thing we thought went out with the USSR.