Mr. Cheney, why are you hunting me?
Say what you like about the followers of Lyndon Larouche … call them crazy cultists, or the standard-bearers of American democracy, or aggravating unshakeable pests, or the epitome of foolhardy optimism, or shameless disseminators of tons of immediately-thrown-away pamphlets … but boy oh boy, can they be entertaining!
Spotted yesterday on UW campus: a barbershop trio singing a song that turned out to be about Dick Cheney; one of the lines I caught was “My. Cheney, why are you hunting me?” As I walked by, they had moved on to ad-libbing about a new reality show where contestants set loose on Cheney’s ranch try to evade his bullets. Could you survive?!? Good bit.
Sort of reminds me of this year’s Simpsons’ Halloween special where Mr. Burns was hunting the citizens of Springfield on his property.