“Doesn’t matter what party the guy says he belongs to,” said Chester. “Republican? Hardly. I’ve been a Republican my whole life. George W. Bush rejects all tenets of the Republican Party. All those neocons — they flood the news organizations with press releases to convince Republicans that Bush is one of us, but there’s nothing Republican about his actions. Leading a nation into unprovoked war is the ultimate evil, the absolute worst thing a man can do with his life.”
“Amen,” said Louise.
“So we thought about what you were saying last week,” said Chester, with a nod to his wife. “And we agreed that that sounds just about right. The honorable thing would be . . . this really is good coffee, by the way . . . we figure the president and his cabinet should apologize to the world, and then commit suicide.”
“Yes,” said Louise, nodding cheerfully. “We think that would be just lovely.”
Chester raised his coffee mug and looked at Louise, and Louise raised her coffee mug and looked at me, and I raised Raymond’s old can of Le Sueur very young small early peas, and a few drops of squirrel piss landed on the table as we brought everything together between us and made a soft, pleasant clink.