and Mark Morford, rabid columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle, who's
Morning Fix takes aim at mindless consumerism, pop culture and the Religious right with a take-no-prisoners ferocity, is our tour guide.
Not just any ol' regular, camouflage-wearing, man-versus-nature hunt out in the wild, mind. Dick is far too fragile and unskilled and spoiled and scared of the open woods and icky furry monsters for that. Assumedly.
Nossir, our man Dick, he has himself flown over, in Air Force 2, on the taxpayer's tab, accompanied by his most favoritest shotgun, to the exclusive Rolling Rock Club in Ligonier, Westmoreland County, in rural Pennsylvania, to have himself a nice, cushy "canned" pheasant hunt.
This is what it was: Dick and about nine other overfed white guys sitting in a comfy luxury blind with their manly shotguns, waiting for the Westmoreland guy stationed behind them on a hill to release clusters of stunned, fat, tame game birds from a net. Then they shoot them.
Normally, I would not recommend Morford, he's a bit over the top at times, despite my agreeing with most that he says. A bit like Dennis Kucinich, he says what we wish we could say, except we're too rational and conscious of our intellectual standing among our peers to be caught speaking such unvarnished truths.
Judge for yourselves...