Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Imploring the Executive
-That sonabitch is indicting me! And he supposed to be a Republican
sonabitch!
-Yeah, well...
-Can you do something? I mean except shrug?
-We did, regarding others, and we’re in the middle of a sorry clusterfuck
about it. Can’t take any more hits! Sorry.
-Then I’m to twist in the wind?
-Quaint phrase. Back to Nixon?
-I don’t wanna put it this way, but I know where the bodies are buried!
-That kind of talk obviates our help. Period!
-Okay okay, I’m nervous, okay?
-We’ll help with legal fees. Our hands are tied besides that.
-But what if he convinces some halfwit jury?
-Then you’ll end in Allenwood or the like. Might as well fix up a tennis
appointment now.
-That overstates. I’ve heard all that before, but all those places are dreadful!
-Ah well! A risk we take. Politics can swirl into criminality almost imperceptively.
-That’s no help, that intellectuality! That’s what stinks about the other party.
-Well...I have others waiting out there... ...
-Oh fuck I’m fucked! Can there be...pardon?
-I’ll bring it up.
-Jesus Christ, Clinton pardoned all manner of sleazeballs!
-I’ll bring it up.
-I gotta have more than that!
-Come in again. If only to chat.
-Please! I’ve given my life to the party! No fuckin exaggeration!
Will I get a pardon? I’ve gotta know!
-Killers by Hemingway? When the diner counterman asks one of the murderers waiting to kill the Swede? “What you going to do with us afterward?”
-Oh Christ!
-He answers that it’s something you never know at the time.
-I’m toast!
-Yeah, but fun to look at things in a literary way. It...lifts us.
