I am still reeling over the news that Cheney shot and wounded a fellow member of his hunting party.
There are so many directions a writer can go with this that it's just about impossible to get started. It's like confronting a Las Vegas buffet -- you feel overwhelmed and then a little sick.
Some possible themes:
• gun control and gun safety
• mental and physical fitness to hold office and make decisions
• Red-state ruling class recreation (C'mon, when was the last time you spent your weekend out hunting?)
And, surely, some pundit will riff on Oscar Wilde's observation about fox-hunting in England: "The unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible."
I can hardly wait.