Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Help From Our Betters

We're always best served, I think, when the news is educational. "News you can use," as they say on NewsCenter Whatever-It-Is where you live. And best of all is when our exalted leaders, our protectors, our holders of public office, provide us with helpful tips for our drab, pathetic, Little-People lives.

I'm happy to tell you, then, that our illustrious vice-president, Smilin' Dick Cheney, has some wisdom to pass along to each of us from his life experience:

“The image of him falling is something I’ll never ever be able to get out of my mind,” Cheney said. “I fired, and there’s Harry falling. It was, I’d have to say, one of the worst days of my life at that moment.”

Regarding the more than 20 hours it took for the incident to be reported to the press, Cheney told Hume, “Accuracy was enormously important. I had no press person with me.”

So, what have we learned? Well, first, we've learned that any time you go on one of these canned pseudo-hunts, if you think there's a chance you might be shotgunning some poor old geezer lawyer, always take a press person with you. There's obviously no practical way to make a timely report about how you shot your fellow hunter without the services of a press person. (I wonder what the "little people" do ... you know, the ones who don't have a press person -- not even one? Well, no doubt they muddle along somehow.)

Then, there's an interesting piece of information. At this time, when most of us have just gotten our first look at the second batch of Abu Ghraib photos, we find out what haunting image defines the "worst day" in Dick "I Had Other Priorities" Cheney's life is.

Now, I'm sure he's seen this image. In fact, as he was one of the prime movers of the Holy War against Iraq, I think we'd have to say he bears a fair amount of responsibility for how this image came about. I wonder about the person who left this pitiful gore on this horrible concrete floor. I wonder what the worst day in his or her life was?

Remember, when the next terror attack comes, to say your neocon catechism, over and over again. They hate us for our freedom. They hate us for our values. They hate us because we're so good.


1 comment:

lemming said...

Brilliant post.

I am going to defend Cheney (gasp!) on one point. 9/11 was not the happiest day of my life, but neither was it the worst. Explaining to the dean that I'd caught his son cheating was perhaps the worst day of their lives, but not of mine. "Worst day of my life" should be personal and I don't fault Cheney for his choice of words.

I do fault him for thinking he's entitled to privacy about this. Hmmm... there's a post in that someplace.