Thrill of the Slaughter
Cheney has started a new trend: Don't eat the rich, shoot
them! On Sunday, good ol' Dick "accidentally" shot and
injured one Harry Whittington, a lawyer and multi-millionaire from
Austin, Texas. Whittington was standing behind the vice president
when he was shot. Cheney spun around when the quail were released,
purportedly to shoot at one, and peppered Whittington with shotgun
prey Cheney was "hunting" were pen-raised birds released
into an enclosed area. This practice has been previously criticized
by such radical animal protection groups as the Humane Society,
as well as many dyed-in-the-wool hunters. You've heard of the Humane
society. They do outrageous things, like write letters to the editor
and fight in the court system. They try to put a stop to nasty things
like leg traps, and ask you not to kill endangered animals or eat
horses. What's wrong with these people?
December, 2003, Cheney and Friends went hunting at the exclusive
Rolling Rock Club in Ligonier Township, Pennsylvania. A dog handler
described the "hunt" for WTAE-TV in Pittsburgh,
printed December 18th of that year in the Billings
Gazette. "We release pheasants off a hill, and they shoot
them. They all stay in their blinds up ahead of us. The other guys
like me, we have our dogs and we run them. We stand below (the hunters)
and every bird they shoot, our dogs retrieve them." Like those
odds? Five hundred farm-raised pheasants were released for the "hunt,"
and Cheney's 10-person hunting party killed at least 417 of them.
are farm-raised, like chickens. Similar to domestic turkeys, they've
lost much of their instinct to survive in the wild, and they don't
fly very well. They are fed and cared for by people, and have about
as much inhibition as a New York
Except these poor buggers are then let loose so people can kill them,
like live skeet. They serve two types of people: those who can't hunt
worth a damn, and those who don't want to get dirty but enjoy killing
dozens of birds without moving around.
law also allows canned hunting of any animal native to the continent.
(In Texas, the provision
has probably been stretched to include ligers, unicorns and Mexicans.)
These animals, like the quail, are hand raised on ranches. The "hunter"
pays his cover charge and decides which animal he wants to hang
on his wall. Said animal is bribed to an open spot with something
tasty, like Pringles or Hostess cupcakes. While he's licking the
grease and sugar off his whiskers, BLAM! He's shot dead. Just like
an African safari, but without the malaria and all those pesky black
people. Plus, Texas
is fairly centrally located, so a person can snuff out the life
of an endangered animal in a day trip. (You need a permit, however,
if you want to hunt deer.)
2003, the Humane Society sent letters to a number of media outlets
including the New York Times Op-Ed section. Among the statements
included by the Humane Society's senior vice president, Wayne Pacelle,
was the following: "If the Vice President and his friends wanted
to sharpen their shooting skills, they could have shot skeet or
clay, not resorted to the slaughter of more than 400 creatures planted
right in front of them as animated targets."
Humane Society...deplores the shooting of captive birds and animals
where traditional 'fair chase' hunting ethics are discarded and
kills are guaranteed...Canned hunting belongs in the same category
as other forms of animal abuse, like cockfighting and bullfighting.
It's hard on animals and easy on people — and it should be against
Humane Society's website discusses proposed changes to the Endangered
Species Act, which would allow trophy hunters to shoot endangered
species in other countries and import the trophies and hides into
the United States.
Currently, the act protects species in foreign nations, by barring
pet traders, circuses, trophy hunters, and others from importing
endangered species, even if they're dead already.
is extravagant enough, in a society where people practically throw
food down your throat as you drive down the street, but what Cheney
does isn't hunting; it's a manufactured massacre. You'd think he
gets enough of that at work.