Theda my opinion, I tink some of dees protestors need a little Bonaparte right up side da fucking mop baby, pow datâs what dey need.  Now youâre cooking with gas Peter, my compatriot and dear friend. Iâve been thinking about it Peter and you know what would happen if the British start acting up or them nigger pirates in Barbary start screwing around with our ships. Do we want to look like faggots?  Heâs stripped the Navy and uses the boats for those old nasty women heâs always fooling around with, takes pleasure boat rides with those goddamn anarchists and those pseudo intellectual professors. Why just this morning he took off again. Papers piled high on his desk. Just went away. Too La Doo. Said he was nothing but a lowly dirt farmer waved to us and said heâd see us around. Always using slang like that I canât keep up with him or understand a single thing he says half the time. Said he wanted to catch an eclipse tonight through his telescope. Last time he went to his farm he remained 3 whole months.  Geez datâs a shame Theda. If we had a ballsy leader da whole shebang would be one big goof off from coast to coast, everything would be boss.  Theda looked at himself through a hand mirror and busied the mole on his cheek.  There are plenty of talented men around. Yourself Pete?  O Iâm just a poor simple Congressman. I just got da job because my uncleâs an undertaker.  Then what about me, Pete? Theda hopped from the crate and clutching the lapels of the Congressmanâs coat pressed Peter against the wall.  Aw not me, baby, Iâm not getting mixed up in no plots.  But your name will become a holiday Peter, just think.  Iâd rather bar-be-cue a holiday dan be one Theda. No tanks. You saw what happened to da Aaron Burr conspiracy, dey busted da poor guy all da way down to da floorâheâs ruined.  Aw Burr was a lemon. Iâve been secretly planning here in my little hole in the wall. Maps have been made, an invasion route laid out. Royal Flush Gooseman is extending credit for supplies in exchange for me sub-leasing Florida to him, plus I have an intelligence officer on the biggest cattlemanâs household staff to boot.  Gee Theda da way you run it down so clear and fresh as spring water you make it zap my mind.  Of course Peter, dear friend. Why just this evening our Indian scout out on the range sent a message via electronic horsey that he was coding Yellow Back Radio when all of a sudden it went off the beam. He suggests that it might not be long before I took my sword and led a cavalry charge on that part of the country full of black diamonds, black gold, abundant streams of trout and swarming with healthy steer beef.  Look Theda suppose we just bumped da guy off? Iâll let da boys back home know dereâs a contract and whileâs heâs out looking for rare butterflies bingo poof and my man is in doornail country.  O Peter youâre so sweet but sometimes I forget youâre the Congressman from New Jersey. Assassinations were crude techniques of the Middle Ages. Perish the thought that civilized men like ourselves would be forced to such tactics in this the century of American Enlightenment.  Wipe the mustard off your tie Pete.  O excuse me Theda I didnât notice.  No I have a better plan. If indeed Yellow Back Radio wilting feathers are preparing to take a dive into History why donât we take over the Western section of the country and then declare a civil war? Why with the plentiful resources and cheap labor out there our logistics will be unbeatable and weâd get rid of this crowd once and for all, Hamilton, Paine and Jefferson, the whole civilian crew. Phooey. What do they know. Why Iâll be Emperor and Peteâ¦well Pete you can park all the stagecoaches. By the way Pete how are things in Congress these