By STEVE POLLICK
It is time, Vice President Cheney, to walk up to the podium, stare America right in the eye, and admit you accidentally shot your hunting buddy while quail hunting in south Texas last weekend.
No excuses. No more spin-doctoring, no more delaying tactics, no more elaborate deflections and obfuscation.
You flat out, undeniably, violated one of the Ten Commandments of Firearm Safety: Know your target and what is beyond.
By DALE McFEATTERS
In politics, certain unplanned moments can suddenly _ and often unfairly _ crystallize a vague and unformed public impression into a lasting stereotype.
President Bush senior’s perplexity at a supermarket scanner that he was an out-of-touch elitist; Vice President Quayle’s misspelling of potato that he wasn’t too bright; President Ford’s stumble that he was a buffoon; President Carter’s encounter with a swamp rabbit that he was a wimp.
And now it has happened to Vice President Cheney.
By MICHAEL COLLINS
Jimmy Carter fought off a killer bunny. Ronald Reagan was almost flogged by a turkey. And Andrew Jackson’s potty-mouthed parrot was barred from his funeral.
Vice President Dick Cheney may be a national laughingstock after shooting a fellow hunter while aiming for a flock of quail. But he’s hardly the first politician who has suffered an embarrassing and potentially disastrous run-in with nature’s creatures.
History is filled with stories of animals that have caused political humiliation, scandal and even death. Think of Cleopatra’s suicide by serpent.