The Birds: Redux
An allegory of fascist neocon chickenhawk machismo.
The hunt. Cheney does not hunt wild birds. Cheney believes in orderliness, in efficiency. He hunts penned birds. Fat, slow, docile and dazed. Birds bred in captivity. Who know nothing but captivity.
Birds that fear their own shadow. Birds that do not know their country. Birds who believe that flying is unnatural. That a good bird lies low to the ground. That a good bird pecks at the droppings at its master's table. A fowl that dare not cry foul. A clucking sycophant ready to heed his master's every perverted whim. A coward.
And one day, Cheney will open up the pen. And while the bird realizing its former state steps timidly out into freedom its life is snuffed by Cheney's gun.
Are you that bird?