I returned to my Tantra-Yoga and Zen practices, everything he hated and would "never, never have anything to do with”, he said many times. "But we are here together. We have to learn to live with tolerance!" "It’s impossible," he said. "That would mean to betray and forget all that I have learned. I am afraid civil war is unavoidable". I was not sure I was hearing righ, trying to make excuses for him, like that it was probably his inner "G.I. Joe" talking. "We don't have to kill each other anymore" I said. "We are in the 20th Century; we can communicate." I was getting nervous and upset, despite working on quieting my mind to remain objective. "You don't understand," he said. "We cannot have a free world as long as the power is in the hands of a manipulative person. It is to save democracy that we impeach him, and I am not asking you to understand." The president’s devious character was a serious matter for many. All he could think or talk about was Clinton. Pete stopped enjoying food, sex, and me for that matter. According to him, everything was wrong and unworthy as long as a coward was in the oval office. Clamped jaws and braced chest, my usually clear-minded soldier got entangled in a cat-and-mouse game with a larger-than-life alter ego. So he left our nest, and moved all his files, newsletters and magazines to his old bedroom at his mother's house.