Dick Cheney's Victim
Harry Whittington and his Cheney inflicted boo-boos.

It’s a very special 4 year anniversary.

When former Vice President Dick Cheney shot a 78-year-old man in the face, I was deciding whether or not to renew my old site, writechic.com.

Harry M. Whittington, born March 3, 1927, received international media attention on February 11, 2006.   He was shot in the face by Dick while hunting quail with two women on a ranch in Corpus Christi, Texas.

Bird shot!  Ouch!

On February 14, 2006, Whittington suffered a non-fatal heart attack because at least one lead-shot pellet lodged in or near his heart.

Whittington apologized publicly to Cheney in a press conference.

Cheney holed up in his man-size safe like a little sissy girl until finally being coaxed out on February 15th by Fox News.  Cheney told the interviewing reporter the experience was the most horrible thing HE had ever been through.

Before Dick, a sitting Vice President has not shot a man since the Aaron Burr-Alexander Hamilton duel.  That was 1804.


10 thoughts on “Where Were You When Dick Cheney Shot a 78-Year-Old Man in the Face?

  1. What would have been really interesting is what would have happened if Whittington had died of his heart attack. Would Dickless Cheney have been charged with homicide, or some level thereof? Or would there have been a massive coverup and dismissal courtesy of a Republican-appointed judge?

    We have government of the few, by the few, over the many in this country now, and the few get away with pretty much anything they want, in large part due to the the dismantling of democracy by the Republicans, starting with Nixon, profoundly worsened by the putz Reagan, and then Bush Jr delivered the coup de grace. The Republicans in Congress are now just cleaning up the loose ends and the Democrats are letting them.

    Button up, kids. We’re going to have a rough ride.

    I just gotta get me a girlfriend for those long, cold fascist nights.

    • I was thinking Dick was lucky Whittington didn’t die, but nothing would have happened to this VeePeeness anyway. He probably went in and told Whittington, if you die, I’ll kill ya.

      So love can save you from fascism? I’d like to see a paper or novel on that. Didn’t work out so well for Winston in 1984. 🙂

      • Nah, love can’t save me, it can make the long cold nights easier and more fun to get through.

        Winston was too much of a mope to really enjoy love. I, on the other hand, am still pissed off and still kicking things and lashing out. Did I mention I’m a sweetheart of a guy? 🙂 (I’m probably not, but it sounds good.)

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