Beyond the Hunting Accident
There is a triviality of the Dick Cheney Hunting Accident that largely just makes my eyes glaze over. It was the chief focus of the Press Gala Charade held with Scott McCleallan every day, it was the punchline of many water cooler conversations and late night talk show monolouge jokes, and it surfaces all over the blogosphere. Yes… Aaron Burr… Alexandar Hamilton. Laugh it up!
A perfect metaphor? A banal topic that you dissect to show how the White House operates for less banal topics? I don’t know.
I note that it pushed aside a more serious revelation regarding the Vice President. Please note that on the Sunday Morning Chattering Class shows, the following things were said about Dick Cheney:
George Allen, Republican co-front-runner for President: I don’t think anybody should be releasing classified information, period, whether in the Congress, executive branch or some underling in some bureaucracy.
Howard Dean: If it turns out that Scooter Libby, who said this week that his superiors ordered him to leak the information for political reasons, then this Vice President may not be Vice President very much longer.
Ah. Impeachment. Screw the President. Go to the Vice President.
I hate to bring this up, but … um… one guy who’s constantly urged the Impeachment of Cheney over Bush is…
Oh, never mind! There’s this hilarious pamphlet cover that I saw his peddlers push a few months ago on the “Post Cheney Age” entitled “Earth’s Next 50 Years” that featured this panoply of wonderous possibilities.
As for “Impeachment”: since the most powerful vice-presidents in American history are the last several, excluding Quayle, and they are now linked in total with the Presidential Administration, the rules of Impeachment have to be changed to be a double-whammy.
Never mind. Bush’s approval rating is back to 38%, bringing me back to my under 40 rule: Give me President Hagel, PLEASE.