It would be nice to have a tenant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue like Ragland who doesn't care about reelection so that his two-and-a-half-year term or sentence (the former President has just died of a massive coronary on the day that a Russian ABM system designer defects) is going to be spent on a revise and dissent program. He's got the whole agenda to deal with: poverty; the Blacks; the Chicoms; the Germans; the rich; a sterilization bill; a mistress and a bed that's bugged; urban restoration; personal diplomacy missions and one masterful maneuver to keep the peace by ending nuclear weaponry. . . . Once you get past the classic opener -- ""'Shit' said the senator and meant every word of it"" -- you'll find that it's all readably better than this run of the mill end genre -- the Washington novel.