So, there we were, sitting at the grandmother´s house last night, watching bad cable and cuddling on the couch. After watching The Day After Tomorrow - that classic end of the world tale complete with NYC under a newly forming glacier - we shut off the tube to go to bed. Quickly checking email - it´s an addiction that is even more pronounced here in Brazil where we are constantly searching for notes from friends - I saw a CNN Breaking News announcement. Dick Cheney accidently shoots and injures companion in hunting accident.
Thank you, God. In some very strange way, that little bit of electronic information just shone like a beacon on my screen.
Why? Is it that real life finally - for a brief moment - mirrors real life? And that the man who seems to have no emotion, no depth, nothing other than a propensity for ending up in the right contract at the right time, well, he showed his fumble fingeredness.
And shooting quail? So genteel, so effete, so silly.
I´m glad his friend is fine - only so much as I wouldn´t wish ill on another - but to have a face and chest full of buckshot, a gift from the man who has filled all of our faces and chests with something closer to nuclear, well, there is poetry here.
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