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Dick Cheney has shot a 78-year-old lawyer whilst out on a hunting trip in Texas. Sky, probably in common with some other organisations of similar reputation, are playing this up by referring to it as “Vice President: Shooting”. No surprises there. But I guess you can’t blame them – Sunday is a pretty slow news day, after all, and they’re probably all quite bored.
In the middle of all of this, though, you really have to feel sorry for Harry Whittington, the man on the receiving end of Mr Cheney’s fire: As the property owner put it,
Harry was in the line of fire and got peppered pretty good.
Of course, a half-decent Press Office should really have caught the owner before she was able to say anything on the subject, but that clearly didn’t happen.
Harry’s doing fine now, though, you’ll be glad to know. Which is more than can be said for Italian PM Silvio Berlusconi, who’s learned nothing from The Beatles and declared himself to be bigger than Jesus. Or something to that effect.
I am the Jesus Christ of politics. I am a patient victim, I put up with everyone, I sacrifice myself for everyone.
Not that he thinks highly of himself at all. Of course, just yesterday, he was comparing himself to Napoleon.
Only Napoleon did more than I have done. But I am definitely taller.
If you lived in Italy, would you really want this guy’s finger on the button?
And back home, Charles Clarke, courtesy of The Observer, has delighted in informing us that the consitutional history of our country has been thown out of the nearest window, as we now have joint Prime Ministers, Messrs Brown and Blair. Don’t they make a lovely couple?
Talk about a weird news day…