But still, it was terribly short-sighted of me yesterday to assume that the barking out of said conspiracy theories hinged upon the life of Harry Whittington.
News & Observer columnist Barry “Is That Tinfoil Under That Derby?” Saunders mercilessly trounces my na?vet? in that respect:
If you believe it was just an accident that Vice President Dick Cheney shot his hunting companion last weekend, you obviously have never seen “The Godfather” movies.
Just as surely as a fish wrapped in a bulletproof vest means “Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes,” that shotgun blast to Whittington’s face was meant to convey that I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby had better bite his tongue and forget about testifying against Cheney, his former boss, in the Valerie Plame spy case.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
