Quail hunting in the backwoods

[donsu]

http://www.onlinejournal.com/Commentary/011004Simon-Noble/011004simon-noble.html

Quail, my friend Claudette tells me, is an innocent, fragile, trusting bird.

Out in the backwoods of Texas on New Year's Day 2004, the Enchanted Prince and his proud as a peacock that my son is President of the United States, father, George Herbert Walker Bush, hunt for quail on the enchanted land of a family friend who is related to a Texas engineering and construction company that many years ago became part of Halliburton—the firm which has received untold, overgrown, oversized, disproportionate favors from the Bush administration in the so called reconstruction of Iraq.

Emerging from said enchanted forest to face an enthralled press core, where the only mortal danger lurking about was the one the Prodigious (don't get in my way or your life will pay) Father and his Enchanted Prince posed to any poor, defenseless quail, unlucky enough to make its living in those woods, Splendid Son said he thought he shot five quail.

"I'm not that good of a shot," he said, then, flaunted for the press corps and in the face of all of the families he has temporarily or forever disjoined with his takeover of Iraq, "but it was a lot of fun. It's a good way to start the New Year—outdoors with my dad."

Outdoors in America these days is filled with the many empty places of mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, aunts, and uncles, nieces, who have died or are fighting in Iraq for Bush's oil and for the establishment of his New American Century.
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the article ends by saying: "Will our innocent, trusting hearts, allow Bush to continue his jackbooted march to the establishment of a New American Century?"

so far the jackboots are still marching.