From Sisyphus Shrugged:
The functioning portion of Ken Lay’s heart failed this morning at his vacation home in Colorado.
You know he knows people who can get their hands on that poison that causes a death indistinguishable from a heart attack, which you always read about in the finest spy novels. Think he got the hookup to avoid the shame of prison?
My friend A. is always imagining life as though it’s James Clavell’s Shogun, and in this case I totally have an image of Cheney and Bush sitting around the White House all impassive, sipping — I don’t know, not sake, let’s say scotch — with one of them saying to the other, “It was a good death.”