http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/05053/461015.stmSheol, late Sunday evening ...
"What took you so long?" Richard M. Nixon asked, extending his hand to an old friend newly arrived at purgatory's dusky shore. "Well, I'll be damned," Hunter S. Thompson said, his eyes adjusting to the fading light. "If you're here, then this must be hell."
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"I'm sorry," Nixon said with an evil twinkle in his eye. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"Under the circumstances," Thompson said, glancing around the Stygian depths and ignoring his growing desire for a cigarette, "what choice do I have? Besides, as evil as you are, you've been overshadowed by a new crew of evildoers. They put you, Hoover, Agnew, Liddy and Colson to shame. They're the reason I'm in this dark place. They boxed me in with their satanic plots."
"Really? Which one of those devils put the gun to your head?" Nixon asked. "Was it Negroponte, Gonzales or Chertoff? Did Cheney, Ashcroft and Karl Rove have you killed or did President Bush personally force you to stare down the business end of a gun?"
The gonzo journalist hesitated. "Just tell me straight," he said, "Will I have the satisfaction of seeing Bush and his Beltway jihadists get what's coming to them?"