One of these hunters is not like the other…
Dick Cheney (WHOSE DAUGHTER IS A LESBIAN) attacks John Kerry for being a real hunter:
Vice President Dick Cheney poked fun at Sen. John Kerry’s goose hunting Thursday, arguing that the image of the gun-toting, camouflaged Democrat was an “October disguise” that masked his voting record against gun rights.
Just hours after Kerry shot a goose during an early-morning hunt in Boardman, Ohio, near Youngstown, the vice president told supporters in another part of the state that the outing was nothing more than a photo opportunity to hide the four-term Massachusetts senator’s record.
“My fellow sportsmen, this cover-up isn’t going to work,” Cheney said, speaking to supporters in an upscale Toledo suburb that borders the Ohio-Michigan state line. “The Second Amendment is more than just a photo opportunity.”
Here how Dick hunts:
For the second time in two years, Vice President Dick Cheney arrived at daybreak at Arnold Palmer Airport in Latrobe. Air traffic was halted briefly at about 7 a.m. as Air Force Two landed and Cheney’s security detail loaded him and his favorite shotgun into a Humvee and drove up U.S. Route 30 to the exclusive country club.
“All I’m allowed to say is there’s a big military plane on the ramp, and it’s not the first time I’ve seen it there,” said airport manager Gabe Monzo.
Cheney shot more than 70 ringneck pheasants and an unknown number of mallard ducks. The birds were plucked and vacuum-packed in time for Cheney’s afternoon flight to Washington, D.C.
John Smith, law enforcement supervisor for the Pennsylvania Game Commission, said he was alerted to Cheney’s day-trip. Rolling Rock has a game-raising program worthy of a second-in-command, he said, and unlicensed bird hunting is legal this time of year for guests at private clubs.
Scott Wakefield, a dog handler at the club, said about 500 farm-raised pheasants were released from nets for the morning hunt. The 10-man hunting party that included Cheney shot 417 pheasants. The vice president was set to hunt ducks in the afternoon.
That’s not the sign of a hunter. That’s a flatulent old man getting his blood jollies.
(I wrote about this way back when…)