That's how the brother-in-law of the President of the United States started his day. Beer was his food, his fuel, and his future, if not his finale.
His sudsy philosophy immersed him in continuing controversy, embarrassed the White House, and made him a media personality. It also got him some very lucrative consulting jobs for foreign governments.
Like the Libyans. They wanted his help in obtaining plutonium ... For peaceful purposes, of course... a Holy War against Israel being the furthest thing from their minds.
Suddenly good old Bobby-Jack is missing. And the list of suspects seems endless. America's number-one beer drinker is finally muzzled. But by whom? The Bad Guys or the Good Guys? Terrorists or patriots? The Libyans or the Israelis? The Secret Service of the Mafia? The Destroyer?