Cheney the Anti-Elitist? Not Exactly

Cheney took to the air yesterday and coincidentally he and all the usual Republican hacks had the same talking point --- this issue is more about the elitist D.C. press pool being angry that a Corpus Christi newspaper got the story first.

With Whittington's condition improving, the hillarity is apparently back on.

Cheney's cry of elitism is a gas. Let's remember that here we're dealing with a guy who hunts quail by chauffered car. He has an outfitter locate the lil' birds for him and flush them from the brush. He uses an open choke 28 gauge shotgun and, even then, he apparently isn't a very good shot.

I've also got a feeling the Cheney's "picnic" is a little different than the ones the Macswain family goes on. We don't have anyone serving us Jacima Salad under the "ancient oak" on a 50 acre private ranch. Instead, we battle the masses at the local park for our small island of free grass. We have to flick away the insects, make, pack and unpack our own food, pick off the dirt that gets on our deviled eggs (though, I must say, Mrs. Macswain makes a helluva a deviled egg using chopped olives and curry powder) and fend of the inevitable soccer balls that ceaselessly attack our drinks (and, unlike Katharine Armstrong, we're not lying when we say we're drinking Dr. Pepper).

We don't have an ambulance and doctor that follow us to the far corners of the country. Most importantly, we certainly will not be afforded a 14 hour waiting period by the police if we are ever involved in any accident that seriously injures someone.

So please ... Dick ... spare us the phony crocodile tears against elitism.