The vice president shot a man over the weekend.

What do you think he knows?

Obvious wisecrack out of the way. Now, a quick lazy one:

Dick Cheney hunting… blah blah shot a guy, thought the guy was a quail… something something, bad intelligence! Zing!

Watch for that last one on Leno tonight.

Dick Cheney was out engaging in his favorite pastime over the weekend, killing things that are smaller than him, when he accidentally blasted his 78-year-old friend in the face with a shotgun. Which happens; I think we’ve all been there. I couldn’t help noticing, though, that every version of this story I read this morning, from the Straight-Ahead-Reporting version to the Why-Did-They-Wait-So-Long-To-Report-It? version, all quote some spokesman for the veep saying that the victim “came up from behind the vice president and didn’t signal them or indicate to them or announce himself.”

Oh, well I guess that’s on him then.

Dude… he’s in the hospital. Just say you’re sorry. You won’t seem any less tough on quails. No one will question your resolve in the war on fowl.

I mean… is anything ever just your fault? You shot a guy in the face.