I was going to drop the Cheney shooting, then I found myself constructing the last post. When I think about it, I think there are two reasons:
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It’s fun to sleuth around. The great joy of the Internet Era is that if there’s something you want to know, you can make big progress by poking around. It’s like playing Scrabble, or Myst. It’s just fun, that’s all.
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They’re implying that we all should just drop the story. They’re ready for us to move on. Well, I want them to know what invasion of privacy feels like. We may not have supercomputers like their N.S.A. unwarranted domestic spies, but we’re doing okay.
As to the time line after the shooting:
| 5:50 | shooting | :00 |
| 6:00 | Secret Service notified HALO-Flight | :10 |
| 6:20 | ambulance leaves ranch | :30 |
| 6:50 | arrives Kingsville Hospital | 1:00 |
| 7:07 | Hospital notified HALO-Flight | 1:17 |
| 7:29 | air ambulance arrives Kingsville | 1:39 |
| 8:19 | lands at Corpus Christi Hospital | 2:29 |
Seems okay to me. The decision to drive to Kingsville rather than wait for an air ambulance sounds like what I might have done in the heat of things. When things like this happen, just sitting doesn’t ever feel right. I can see feeling more comfortable heading for the nearest medical facility than waiting. Of course, as soon as the people at Kingsville saw him, the called for transfer to a Trauma Center. Maybe they were trying to avoid publicity, but I expect it was more adrenaline flowing. As the doctor on-site, I would have wanted to get to a place with equipment and personell instead of hanging out in a barren Texas field.
There’s another lag from the time the air ambulance arrived at Kingsville until it arrived in Corpus Christi 50 minutes later. Again, by this time, they had i.v.’s in, they’d probably gotten an EKG and X-Ray. It’s more important to be sure that someone getting on a helicopter is stable than it is to go zooming off into the wild blue yonder. I’d say Mr. Whittington got top notch attention and care.
But that says nothing about the fact that he’d been shot in the face, neck, heart, and liver because our Vice President was so keen on shooting a domestic quail with his $20,000.00 italian shotgun – probably showing off for fair Pamela. If you look closely, the fact that he has a right eye that works is a miracle – missed by fractions of an inch.
I’ll bet Lynn ate him a new asshole when he got home…
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