Wyatt Earp shot from the hip. He was a hero. So do I shoot from
the hip sometimes? Bring me the target.  Last week on our news
blog I took a couple hip shots in the neighborhood of Lance
Armstrong. I said I hated him. I'll still call that shot a
bull's-eye.  But later I fired off a little birdshot at the
people who rushed to defend Armstrong in our comment section.
Comparing the Armstrong story to a drug bust gone bad in the
news recently, I said, "I can take you down to Dixon Circle
right now and find people there who will defend their own dope
dealers."  So isn't it wonderful that we still have this luxury
called print, a newspaper, a thing that has deadlines, editors,
publishers, annual personnel reviews and various other
incentives toward thoughtful reflection? I welcome the
opportunity to look back over the general area I was shooting at
on the blog last week and see if we can come up with any
perforated Cub Scout caps or other clues to bad aim.  And the
question again? Because I'm not going back on Arms