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biting the bullet for them--that is, they put her up to coming up with the story that she was watching from a car window and saw what happened. and that cheney turned around to shoot at a bunch of quails making noise behind him not knowing that whittington was there. hell! quail is usually in front of you, isn't it? And, quail is such an innocent bird anyhow, the oversized cojones man is such a coward! they may have even threatened old lady ARMSTRONG with arm twisting, or with extortion of something or other if she had not VOLUNTEERED to call the paper and tell them the story they fabricated for her to tell, while cheney wiped his ass off on her, the rest of the country and old man whittington. too bad he didn't blow out one of his own overgrown testicles (cojones).
lies. lies. and more lies.
eighteen hours went by and the overgrown testicle said nothing--he may have been taking a slow sports utility vehicle ride-out on any ole texas' highway-a la o.j. simpson style. he may have been wiping his ass off(shit happens when people are anxious and nervous and frightened out of their skulls which i bet cheney was, not for what he had done but for what consequences his shooting of whittington may carry out for him. or the ambulance guys may have had to decide whether to give cheney oxygen first and treat whittington later...and at any rate, they had to call the sheriff in to come investigage, and buy him out too in the process of his investigation, and they had to contact poppy bush, after all cheney owes his power grab to poppy who put him there and...all of that, dear country men and women, takes time, plus the time it may have taken them to contact karl rove and rove to come up with some spin which would put LADY ARMSTRONG up to lying her ass off, and that too takes time, 18 hours all in all.
and the damn bastards keep lying, keep shooting, keep jackbooting themselves into our country, our consciousness, our democracy, our freedoms 'till it is no longer our country, our democracy, our consciousness, our freedoms--it is theirs and we are their peons to dispose of at their will--just like they did whittington, lady armstrong, the texas sheriff and the silent press.
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