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August 8 1971,
Thurmont, Maryland
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“Bob are you feeling alright?” asked Mary. Surprisingly she was still awake; lying in bed, with a copy For Whom the Bell Tolls on her lap.

“Yeah, fine”, I replied coyly.

I paused. I didn’t want to talk about work. “Why are you still up?” I asked as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Ah, just finished this off”, she said, holding up a copy of the book. “Poor Robert Jordan, I’d do the same in that situation. Better to be killed by your own hand than that of a fascist.  We’ll make a pact do it if Nixon is re-elected, agreed?” she responded in jest.

“Even if he’s dead?” I said cynically.

“Nixon? Dead? Never! He has more lives than a cockroach! But if he’s dead, if we have a President Agnew – which will never, ever, happen: mark my words, Bob, we’ll do the same”.

Normally I’d laugh, but I couldn’t. Fuck I’ve given myself away, I thought to myself. I always laugh at her Nixon/Agnew jokes.

“Bob” she said with an air of concern. “You didn’t laugh. You’re not fine”.

She removed herself from the innumerable blankets of the bed; put on her black dressing gown; and sat next to me on the edge of the bed. “Do you want to talk about it? You look awful”, she said placing her arm around me.

“No”, I replied sternly.

“How come, Bob?”

“I was told not to. Rather, I don’t want to. I don’t want to, Mary”.

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter”, I said. She couldn’t find out where I was - nobody could. As far as anyone was concerned, nothing happened at Camp David tonight.

“It was horrible”. I paused. The image of the hunched body over the desk; the family portrait strewn with blood; the suicide note made out ‘to mother’ came flooding back. “It was really, really horrible. Probably the worst I’ve seen”.

Mary clasped my hand. “It’s going to be ok, Bob. It’s going to be ok”, she said reassuringly; tears rolling down her cheeks.

But I knew it wouldn’t.

*

Bob Haldeman had made many important phone calls in his life, but none more important than tonight, this night of August 8 1971.

“Mr. Vice President, its Bob Haldeman, here”. He paused. He couldn’t come to terms about what he was going to say next; after all, he spent the best part of his life working for Richard Nixon. “The President’s dead. Where are you now?”
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Nixon suicide? In '71? Please continue.
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Nixon suicide? In '71? Please continue.

I should have made that more apparent! I'll aim to do so - it won't be an overly long timeline.
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Muy interesante.... Por que?
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October 4 1971,
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The affluent drawl of the former Governor of Arkansas startled me. Amid discarded cans of beer, and old broadsheets, it was only then did I realise I had fallen asleep on the couch.

Still lying down, I reached for the remote from the coffee table, and turned up the volume.

“I, Winthrop Rockefeller, do solemnly swear”, bellowed the statically distorted Governor. In minutes, he’d become the fortieth Vice President of the United States; the first to be appointed under the provisions of the twenty-fifth amendment.

Just when I thought it was safe, the commanding voice of Warren Burger, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, echoed throughout the lounge-room, like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. He asked of the Governor: “that you will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic”.

Rockefeller agreed, and so it went on.

Moments later, the Congress erupted into frenzy. The old leapt to their feet and cheered, as Vice President Rockefeller and Second Lady Jeanette stood before them. Man, not even Spiro received such a reception when he was sworn in, I thought to myself.

Nearly two months has passed since Nixon’s death. Spiro Agnew, the new pinup girl of right-wing extremism, is now thirty-eighth President of the United States. So far, he’s unable to cope with the mess that Nixon left him: Vietnam; rising unemployment and inflation; and a congressional quagmire. And with questions surrounding the President’s integrity, there’s a chance he’ll face a challenge in the primaries.

As for me, I’m still at home.

The day after Nixon’s death, I headed into work to help out with the investigation. But I was told by my boss I wasn’t needed. Rather, the investigation had been closed. He told me “Bob, you’re a fucking mess. Take time off – take the rest of the year off, I don’t care. You deserve it. Come back next year nice and refreshed. We don’t want our best and brightest burned out by crap like this”.

I heeded his word and haven’t returned to work since. But it seems odd, the whole lot of it.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I forced myself off the couch; tossing aside the cans and broadsheets blocking my path. Even though I spilt beer on the August 9th addition of The Times, in the process, I made a mad dash for the door.  

I opened the door, but nobody was there.

I looked to and fro and still nothing. Out of the corner of my eye however, I noticed a piece of paper tucked under the doormat. I bent down; picked it up; and opened it.

It read: “Meet me at the bar at 8 o’clock tonight. We have to talk about David”.

As I shut the door behind me, I wished I never knew about Richard Nixon.

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Man, this is awesome.
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Glad you folks like it. I didn't think it was that good!

With work and whatnot, the next update shan't be too far away Smiley

Also, I'll give you a hint as to what will focus in the next update. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Merle Haggard.
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Glad you folks like it. I didn't think it was that good!

With work and whatnot, the next update shan't be too far away Smiley

Also, I'll give you a hint as to what will focus in the next update. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Merle Haggard.

That means the future either involves Mechaman or Fred Harris.
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Glad you folks like it. I didn't think it was that good!

With work and whatnot, the next update shan't be too far away Smiley

Also, I'll give you a hint as to what will focus in the next update. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Merle Haggard.

That means the future either involves Mechaman or Fred Harris.
Or Carl Albert Wink
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you like Phil Ochs?

I certainly do, Boss. I've overdosed on American folk music lately.
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October 4 1971,
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This is a tragic scene, I thought to myself, downing yet another Bud Weiser.

Here I sat in a desolate bar on a Monday night; watching, what appeared to be the Oakland/ Cleveland game, with the southern drawl of Merle Haggard drowning out the weekly sermon of Gifford, Meredith and Cossell.
 
“We don’t smoke marijuana in Muskogee”, proclaimed Haggard. He was met with thunderous applause. His audience must have been stoned, I thought. Only stoners like Merle. Anyway, wasn’t he one himself? The opportunistic hypocrite!

He made another bold proclamation: “we don’t take our trips on LSD”, met with even greater applause. No, they couldn’t be stoned; they’d have to taken something more potent - something like cocaine. Only coke could have produced such a frenzied response.

He made another: “we don’t burn our draft cards down on Main Street”; and another “we don’t make a party out of loving”; and another “we like living right and free”. ‘Right and free’? Jesus Christ, if no drugs and no freedom of speech is Merle’s definition of freedom, may I renounce my American citizenship right now.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I shouted out to the bartender. “Mike! Mike! Why are you playing this shit” He’d fallen asleep behind the bar. “What’s wrong, Bob?” he said yawningly.

“Why are you playing to this shit?” I replied.

“You mean Merle Haggard?” replied Mike.

“Yes, Merle Haggard.”

“Don’t blame me, Bob”. He paused. “Not my fault it’s the only record we have. Now I could put the radio on instead, but it’d be nothing but Rockefeller, Rockefeller, Rockefeller. Anyway, who wants to hear about those rich fuckers anyway?” he said with a smile.

“Prisoners at Attica, of course”, I replied sardonically.

The airs of silence were, for one fleeting moment, filled with roaring laughter. Within seconds, however, the bar, once again, fell as quiet as the Western Front.

“Ah, Bob. You know how to make a man laugh”, Mike said. He went back behind the bar, and presumably, back to sleep. It was once again, an empty bar, Merle and me.

As I sat watching the game, I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around. It was a woman.
No more than thirty, she had captivating baby blue eyes and locks of untameable red hair. Wearing a brown trench coat and smoking a cigarette, she had an eerie resemblance to  Lauren Bacall in The Big Sleep.

“Are you Bob Hathaway?” she asked.

“I am, yes. Why?”

“I’m Clarisse Montag. FBI”. She showed me her ID and looked up. So she was the person who wrote me the note. I remembered her from the night of Nixon’s death; but she looked different, prettier now. “You might remember me from such investigations as Camp David, August 8 1971 and Kent State: nothing ever happened”, she continued.

She sat down next to me, and we ordered two Buds. “Are you familiar with the works of Henrik Ibsen?” she asked.

“Henrik Ibsen? The Norwegian playwright? Yeah, I read some of his works in college, why?”

“There was a copy of Hedda Gabler in Nixon’s office at the time of his death”.

“There was too”. I thought about it for a moment. Yes, it was there – on the edge of the desk, right beside the family portrait.

“Unfortunately, it was one of the first objects to be taken away by the henchmen - everything was confiscated. But, never fear. I took photographs”.

She took them out of her jacket pocket, and placed them on the counter.

“If you look carefully, it’s bookmarked”.

I inspected the photos closely. Surprisingly, they were remarkably clear.

She continued: “Look at page 355 for instance: the quote ‘there is an element of beauty in this’ when talking of Lovborg’s death. Page 357, ‘I only know that Ejlert Lovborg had the courage to live his life his own way. That he had the strength and will to break away from the feast of life. Page 363, ‘is that what you’re looking forward to, Brack. Being the only cock in the yard?”

“What does this all mean, though?” I asked with an air of ignorance.

“Do you remember why Hedda killed herself?” she asked.  

“It has been a while. You’ll have to reinform me”, I said sipping my beer.

“She was trapped; trapped in a loveless marriage; a false bourgeois ideal, what have you. Hedda had control over everyone around her. But when her control was threatened, she decided to end it all – before anyone else ever could”, said Clarisse.

“But what does this have to do with Richard Nixon?” I asked somewhat confused.

“Can’t you see, Bob?" Richard Nixon saw himself as Hedda Gabler. Think back to 1969. Nixon had control over everything: Vietnam, the economy, and, to some extent, the Congress. By August 1971 everything was falling apart. And I mean everything; everything that would damage his chances of re-election. South Vietnam is on the brink, the Bretton Woods system was falling apart; and Nixon’s domestic agenda was being knocked back again, and again, and again by Congress. Richard Nixon was trapped by the political process”, she said enthusiastically.

“And before it killed him politically, he killed himself physically”.

“Correct”.

We both drank what remained of our beers, and asked Mike for another round. “But somebody must have planted these ideas in his head”, I said.

“It’s funny you say that, really”, she joked.

“Why’s that?”

“I spoke to Bob Haldeman after we got the call out”.

I was shocked. “You did? I thought he didn’t speak to anyone – at least anyone that didn’t matter”.

She laughed. “I asked him about Hedda Gabler. He said the boss had been reading it over, and over, and over again since he’d arrived. I asked him how he acquired it – I mean, Nixon’s more a Tolstoy man. He never struck me as the type that would read the works of a proto-socialist. Anyway, so Haldeman replied: “it was recommended by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Bob thought nothing of it, of course. He is rather dull. Most Christian Scientists are”.

“How do you know all of this information?” I asked curiously.

“I asked too many questions, and then found myself without a job the next day. I’m suspecting you did the same”.

“I didn’t even ask: they told me to take leave”. I paused. “Now what are we going to do about it”, I asked cautiously.

“We’re heading to Washington”.
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Interesting... I'd really like to see where this conspiracyesque novel wanders...

Glad to see you're maintaining interest, Cathcon!

I think this needs more insignificant midterm election results, don't you agree?
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October 4 1971,
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“Washington?” I cried. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing – or thinking for that matter. It was like LBJ announcing the ceasefire in Vietnam or something out of a Kafka novel: it didn’t make sense.

Clarisse was somewhat confused. Like a dog cocking its head upon hearing a strange noise, she glared at me. It was intense. If she were twenty years younger, dyed her hair blonde and adorned blue contacts, I would have thought I was in Wolf Rilla’s The Village of the Damned, not a bar in the middle of Maryland.

“What about it, Bob?” she asked firmly.

“What’s in Washington?”

“Don’t act stupid with me, Robert Isaac Hathaway”, she snapped.

The collective noise of the bar: the southern drawl of Merle Haggard; the trampling of Cleveland by Raider and Brown brutes; the unnerving snore of the Mike were drowned out by Clarisse’s frustration.

“We’re not required, though”, I replied.

“Bullshit we’re not required, Bob”. She paused. Breathing heavily, she was obviously stressed and was trying to make it less obvious to the naked eye. “We know something bigger than us all is happening there as we speak. You know it. I know it. Why else would we forced to take leave – leave that wouldn’t be granted to us in normal circumstances”.

“And our evidence is what, Clarisse? Selected passages from a book Nixon was reading before he shot himself?”

“That was recommended to him by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs!”

“He knows how to read?”

“Yes, Bob, Thomas Moorer can read, after all, but that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to say is Bob...”

“So you’re telling me, that if I recommend a book or a play – say, Oedipus the King – and whoever I lend it to reads it, and then proceeds to kill his father and marry his mother, it’s my fault? May I never lend Sophoclean tragedy to anyone ever again – no wonder my son is so perverted”, I retorted.

“You’re taking it too literally.”

“Well, so are you”.

“What I meant to say was...”

“What?”

Even though the bar was empty, she looked around. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Bob, this reeks of something strange. Something that shouldn’t happen here, something that should happen elsewhere – like South Vietnam or the Dominican Republic - not the United States of America”.

“So you’re telling me...”

“Yes, Bob”.

“Oh, god”.
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Makes me think of "The Manchurian Candidate" or something like that, and that can only mean something good.
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List of Presidents of the United States of America
36. Lyndon Baines Johnson (Democrat-Texas) November 22nd, 1963-January 20th, 1969
37. Richard Milhous Nixon (Republican-New York) January 20th, 1969-August 8th, 1971
38. Spiro Theodore Agnew (Republican-Maryland) August 8th, 1971-?


List of Vice-Presidents of the United States of America
38. Hubert H. Humphrey (Democrat-Minnesota) January 20th, 1965-January 20th, 1969
39. Spiro Theodore Agnew (Republican-Maryland) January 20th, 1969-August 8th, 1971
Vacant: August 8th, 1971-October 4th, 1971
40. Winthrop Rockefeller (Republican-Arkansas) October 4th, 1971-?
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List of Presidents of the United States of America
36. Lyndon Baines Johnson (Democrat-Texas) November 22nd, 1963-January 20th, 1969
37. Richard Milhous Nixon (Republican-New York) January 20th, 1969-August 8th, 1971
38. Spiro Theodore Agnew (Republican-Maryland) August 8th, 1971-?


List of Vice-Presidents of the United States of America
38. Hubert H. Humphrey (Democrat-Minnesota) January 20th, 1965-January 20th, 1969
39. Spiro Theodore Agnew (Republican-Maryland) January 20th, 1969-August 8th, 1971
Vacant: August 8th, 1971-October 4th, 1971
40. Winthrop Rockefeller (Republican-Arkansas) October 4th, 1971-?

A list of President's already? We haven't even made it past 1971 yet!
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I like making these lists, & it makes list-making in the future easier as you have this to build off.
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I like making these lists, & it makes list-making in the future easier as you have this to build off.

I don't blame you. Good thinking, 99.

Back in the day, authors would make such lists themselves to bump up their works. I guess that task has been given to devotees now.
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Don't worry, Kal. There'll be an update within the next few days Smiley

As much as I like the first person perspective of our quirky, anti-establishment cop, momentarily, we will leave the life of our protagonist and focus upon that of a presidential candidate. The transition in perspectives will happen a fair bit now.
 
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