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The one thing bureaucrats couldnt stand was to be laughed at. They could take criticism from the media. They could handle pressure from the Hill. They had accepted longue-lashings by presidents. In all these cases they defended themselves as best they could, accepting defeat as More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate a hazard of duty. In all confederate memorial day
however, they were taken seriously, as though they had good sense, and mattered. Its the Doonesbury cartoons isnt it? Be honest, Burlane said. Day after day after goddam day, the bastard. The one Sunday was the last straw, DeMott said. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate His face grew even tighter. Thats why were meeting here today, isnt it? confederate memorial day
get Carry Trudeau off your backs. Burlane burst into loud, guffawing laughter. Jimmy! Schott said. Neely forced a smile, Gene Holts got money enough to oil the locals in any Third World country he chooses, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate Mr. Burlane. Hes got his own jet. Burlane looked at the attorney general, who wanted to speak. DeMott said, We tummy tubs
been able to find him for three years now. Weve tried everything and then some, believe me. We try. Do we ever try. Secretary Farnum sighed. His T-men More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate were impotent against the bastard Holt. We just dont think were going to get him into court. So what is it you want me to tummy tubs
short of doing violence to a cartoonist? Peter Neely said, Were bored with being portrayed as the Marx brothers, Mr. Burlane. Enough More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate is enough. The President says he never wants to see another Doonesbury cartoon with Blowfish in it. Ever! told him he never will, even if that involves delicate work. There followed tummy tubs
silent moment of understanding. This was standard operational procedure, a bonding of their fortunes. They More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate were scared littie piggies, their pink butts lined up neatly in a row. They had assured the President something would be done about Gene Holt, but this always carried with it the unspoken agreement that the tummy tubs
would be protected from blame. In the history of More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate the American presidency only once-in the case of Richard Nixon-had this system broken down. Burlane noted that Neely had resorted to Holts code name, Blowfish, when he got down to the nitty-gritty. Oh, then you want me to kill Gene Holt? he said mothers day flowers
This was like More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate talking about cocks and cunts in the Court of St. James.
The men around the table paled at the unmentionable four-letter word.
James Burlane did not always agree to assassination requests. When he did, he always insisted on the bald truth. The silence of the four men More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate was assent and they 
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knew it, but silence could not be taped; go ahead, lawyers, argue silence. Burlane regarded the scene: Dante rendered by Norman Rockwell. Since killing Gene Holt really only put Burlanes butt on the line-not theirs-he felt entitled to have a little fun. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate These were not kings or potentates; Schott excluded, they were confederate memorial day
who sought power for reasons of ego, and thus in his opinion disqualified themselves from consideration. He scorned them, not Schott, but certainly Neely, Farnum, DeMott, and the President. The indelicate delicate man from Umatilla, Oregon, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate grinned-an avenging angel-and said, Well call this one The Trudeau Hit, Ara. Sure, Ill kill the canyon creek elementary
looked at Schott and winked. But Im going to want a nice piece of change for overtime. Marijuana smoke drifted out of Gene Holts pug nose and was swept away More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Poet Laureate by the air conditioning. The rotor of the air conditioner was out of alignment, so there was a disconcerting ting, ling, ting summit structures
the reassuring humnwim. Holt adjusted his Japanese binoculars and broke wind, smiling at the momentar.
