Okay, let's clear the air here: The guy accidentally shot his hunting buddy. Big fuckin' deal! Could happen to anyone; especially if your the sixty five year old survivor of four heart attacks and your hunting buddy is seventy eight. I mean, let's get real here, neither of these guys could see well enough to shoot, nor could they hear or move well enough to get out of the way. Can you imagine being a secret service agent on this trip? "Hey 007, your assignment is to accompany the Vice-President and the only man on this Earth who probably has less business being out in the woods than he does. Oh, and they'll be carrying around loaded shotguns. Presumably shooting them. Might want to bring your vest."
Seriously though, I don't understand why it's such a big deal. If I went hunting with a friend of mine, and got sprayed with a little birdshot, I mean; as long as everyone survives it's a funny goddamn story. "Hey Tom, 'member that time you tried to blow my fucking face off? You shoot like a schoolgirl!"
I thought that was one of the perks of being vice president - you get to shoot people. Now I hear that this isn't the case. WTF?
Why would anybody want to be vice president if you don't get to shoot people?
It was really an unfortunate accident, but damn, it's amazing how polarized this thing is.
The left thinks he tried to kill the guy and the right keeps glossing over it like getting sprayed with birdshot is simply an inconvenience.
You take few bbs in the face and then tell me how it's no big deal. Christ, most people go berserk if they get hit in the face with a rubber band.
And Jim, the VP is only allowed to shoot people if he's wearing black leather gloves and using a handgun. I believe they took away his right to use a shotgun years ago, unless it's sawed off and the VP happens to be Sicilian.
I was in the bar one night, and this disgustingly drunk homeless/crackhead-looking guy was talking about this one time he got hit with a shotgun blast of rocksalt. I mean, he didn't seem to think it hurt all that bad. Well, he didn't have any scars anyways.
And in the end, I bet telling the difference between birdshot and rocksalt is like trying to seperate gnat shit from black pepper.
Jim, when I'm president and you're my veep, I'll issue an executive order that you're allowed to shoot people. As long as you'll back me when I nuke people.
As for this particular case, if I were the secret service, I would switch their shells with blanks and shoot birds for them from the bushes on the side. That way, they get the fun of walking around and making loud noises and toting back dead birds and no one gets hurt.
That just gave me my first laugh of the day. Maybe the week. Good job. And Jim....your comment forced coffee out of my nose. Excellent work, my friend.
That's an excellent idea Trey, make them feel like they're doing something but they're just emitting loud hot air, as usual.
You could even make it more efficient, the dudes in the bushes could be snipers with 800x zoom. :)
I don't get it... this kind of shit happens all the time in the hunting world... why is it any different when the VP does it? I mean, he is a person too... shit happens people. Get over it!