On Hunting

I used to love to hunt. It was a Thanksgiving ritual where I grew up. My uncle and cousin would come over and we would go hunting with my dad while the women were getting Thanksgiving supper ready. We hunted for rabbits, squirrels, doves, and partridges (a.k.a. quail). Whatever we killed went onto the Thanksgiving table along with the turkey and ham. I still feel warm and fuzzy when the idea of hunting, or even skeet or trap shooting comes up. I'd like to go back out on a fall or winter day with a shotgun and bang out a couple of boxes of shells.

That said, I want to add that in the case of any hunting accident, the proper authorities would be notified right away, not fourteen hours later.

You know I'm referring to the hunting accident in Texas where Dick Cheney shot Harry Whittington in the face and chest. The Secret Service wouldn't let the Sheriff get close to Dick Cheney for FOURTEEN HOURS. No wonder there is so much speculation about drinking, and so many conspiracy theories abounding. It is one thing not to tell the media. Big whoop. So they find out twenty hours later, and the first one to break the story is the local rag. I don't care about that. What I get most incensed about is the fact that the administration that makes so many noises about accountability and responsibility when it comes to welfare mothers doesn't take responsibility for its own mistakes.

In his love-fest with Brit Hume following the accident Cheney never once said he accepted responsibility for his actions. The closest he came was saying, "I pulled the trigger." Then the administration apologists in the so-called "liberal" media tout the statement that "Cheney takes responsibility." Bull.

No one who screws up in the Bush Administration is ever held accountable for anything. Instead they get a Medal of Freedom or a promotion or, if the heat is too intense, the opportunity to resign.

It's time to put the grown-ups back in charge of this country.