He steps from his polished limousine, secret service agents fanning out around him. Deadeye Dick Cheney. He holds in his hand a gleaming black beauty, a pump action, $12,000 dollar shotgun with a hand engraved stock showing a scene of pheasants in flight. Love me. Kiss my gun. This isnt just any mans hobby, like painting a painting. This is life or death. Nearby, a little dust covered quail cowers under a bush, trying to live out the remainder of its miserable short life. Cheney isnt going to eat the quail. He doesnt depend on the quail for food. He doesnt like quail and besides, who wants to crunch down on a shot pellet and possibly ruin their expensive, government paid-for dental bridge work. Cheney is a self-proclaimed patriot. Because Im writing this, Im a traitor. Love me. Kiss my gun. Dick is keeping alive the spirit of the pioneers. Unlike Dick, the pioneers had to hunt to survive. The westward migrants were Argonauts, they were pathfinders, they were trailblazers.they were MORONS! Love me. Kiss my gun. Dick Cheney, the man who helped turn the US into the worlds most powerful terrorist state (next to China). The worlds leading weapons supplier, running a gulag of torture camps (even Herman Goering at Nuremberg had access to a lawyer). Illegal spying on Americans. Cheney said Lincoln did it too, so did Washington, even Caesar (listened in on his troops by hooking strands of dried spaghetti to a tin can). Its legal. Its moral. Love me. Kiss my gun. A gun is power.like a penile erection. The erections are fewer these days. But not the gun. The power of life and death. When you kill something, for pleasure, not for food, necessity, survival. The thrill of the hunt, on an expensive junket ex-lawyer dude ranch. Sip cocktails. Joke with cronies. Share the experience of a good clean kill. Love me. Kiss my gun. Its a good thing Dick doesnt have to throw a spear or run after the bird. Its a good thing the little speckled budgie sits still like posing for a portrait. A man is a man is a man who deals death.to things. Wait a minute! The bird tries to save itself and flies. Dick has to react quicklyand shoots his partner..also a gray-haired, lawyer patriot. For the first time, Dick feels horror. We did an air strike on a rural village in which two suspected terrorists were killedand also five children. Dick didnt feel horror for the children. They deserved it. Those children were just nameless, faceless faces. Dick! You once had five draft deferments. You were too busy to serve in the military while amassing a fortune. You always let some other guy do the fighting while you sat warm and comfy. This is your first up-close experience seeing for yourself what happens to somebody whos on the wrong end of a barrel. Your barrel. Dick! Dick! Its almost like youre in combat. Friendly fire. Love me. Kiss my gun. Dick will try to hide what happened, like he does everything else. Until forced to come forward by criticism. Until the next hunt, hell mount his gun on a wall in an honored place next to a religious icon, a crucifix. Love me. Kiss my gun. Copyright 2006 by SammonSays.com |
