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...David Weigel of ReasonOnline.com, in an astute piece about Death of a President piquantly titled "Other Than That, Mrs. Bush, How Was the Film?", mentions Nicholson Baker's 2003 novel Checkpoint as one of many novels about a plan to kill Bush. The novelist Richard Condon never lacked for poli-scifi cojones - in Emperor of America he blew up the White House - but his specialty was death-of-a-president fantasies. In The Manchurian Candidate, published in 1959 and filmed three years later, he postulated the assassination of a presidential nominee by a Joe McCarthy type (the right-wingers...
...privately ready to back out of Iraq, only to be stopped by a gunman hired by Bush's old strings-puller, and the new president, Dick Cheney. But a peacenik or Islamist or disgruntled office-seeker pulling the trigger? Not if he considers the consequences. Those around Richard Nixon used to joke that no one would shoot him, because then Spiro Agnew would become President. Similarly, anyone who harbored murderous impulses toward Bush might think for a minute and, to put in in Maureen Dowd terms, let W. live, in order to keep Darth Vader from taking over...
...Death of a President isn't that conspiratorial. Rather, it's in a long line of movies that imagine the death or near-death of political royalty - from the French film, The Assassination of the Duc de Guise, which was all the rage of 1908, to The Assassination of Richard Nixon, which mixed archival footage with Sean Penn acting up a maelstrom. That movie came and went without much outrage two years ago, as did the 1954 drama Suddenly with Frank Sinatra as a psycho waiting for a shot at the President as he passes through a small town...
Both Republican Party leaders were at the Harvard Club to raise money for the GOP and to honor Massachusetts' most generous and effective GOP fundraiser, Richard J. Egan, founder of the data storage company...
...farmhouse materialized in the mist. I could make out the silhouettes of towering mercenaries who looked like they had been outfitted from the back pages of Soldier of Fortune magazine. On the dock, they embraced us, not out of friendship, I suspect, but to check if photographer Richard Emblyn and I were concealing pistols...