I am already falling off of the wagon concerning Cheney rumors. But speaking of wagons guess who never even got on one?

Vice President Dick Cheney, who was forced to leave Yale University because his penchant for late-night beer drinking exceeded his devotion to his studies, and who is one of the small number of Americans who can count two drunk driving busts on his driving record, may have been doing more than hunting quail on the day that he shot a Texas lawyer in the face.

Katherine Armstrong, the wealthy Republican lobbyist who is a member member of the politically-connected family that owns the ranch where Cheney blasted his hunting partner, acknowledged to a reporter for MSNBC that alcohol may have been served at a picnic which was served Saturday afternoon on the dude ranch where Cheney shot Harry Whittington.

I know that drinking in college does not mean that a man continues to drink heavily in their adult life, but the two drunken driving charges certainly drive home ( Yep its a pun!) the point that our Vice Dick loves him some alcohol.

We might never know for sure if Cheney was drunk when he shot half of his friend's face off. Or that he had his chippie with him for some after quail killing love making. But come on! We totally believe it don't we?

These guys are evil! They are hateful, mean spirited, pet bird killing, innocent Iraqi murdering, bastards! They have destroyed all that was good in this country and I cannot help but believe every terrible thing that I hear about them! Sure maybe my perspective has been irrevocably slanted but whose fault is that? I did not even know who Dick Cheney was until he appointed himself George W. Bush's runing mate. And since then have I learned a single pleasant thing about him? No!

So if I have to give Dick the benefit of the doubt I am afraid that the best I can do is that he probably did not shoot his friend on purpose. I will not accuse the man of attempted murder. He probably just could not maintain his balance and keep his hold on his beer bottle at the same time and accidently shot his buddy. In my family that would just be another funny story at the traditional Gryphen family holiday dinners.