Eric Cantor is a wimp and a fool. [Update]

Long ago, in another life, I owned a bookstore with a large plate glass front window. One night there came a call from the local police around 3AM. "Somebody shot a hole through your window."

When I got to the store, there was a small, perfect bullethole through the top of the window, with cracks extending outward. Bad, but not so much that the whole thing would shatter before I could get somebody to do something about it. A search inside uncovered a spent bullet lying next to a book rack, a very faint, almost invisible mark where it had string the rack's side.

Have any enemies, they asked? Not the kind that would shoot me, I hope.

Not to worry, was the answer. Given the hour and the downward trajectory of the bullet and the fact that it had no impetus when it hit, this was clearly the work of some idiot firing his gun into the air and it fell he knew not where.

This was obviously an accident, not an attack.

Update: How about that?