the corner office

Take on a lion with your bare hands - that's hunting, that's manly. Stupid, but manly. If you vanquish the beast and feast on its heart, it's yours man, you earned it.

If you track a rhino for days in the veld and eventually get so close you can take a photo of the pimples on its arse, and then take a photo instead of putting a slug of lead through its brain, that's an achievement, and it is worthy of respect. That's hunting.

But when you have a geriatric with a shotgun blowing quail to bloody bits, it's not hunting. It's not even close. It's just deriving pleasure from idle slaughter for its own sake. No matter how you try to dress it up, it's just a sad old man shooting birds.

And that is all I have to say about Dick Cheney's 'hunting' 'accident' this weekend.