Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

I had a great idea for a piece of fiction: An unpopular President leaves office, rides off into the sunset to farm switch grass. His VP, a disgruntled man with acid reflux bucks both tradition and protocol refusing to relinquish his Vice President role and continues to campaign for his administrations policies in the the public arena. He is convicted of poor judgment and bad taste and is sent to Guantanamo Bay where he disarms a guard and shoots his friend in the face. Probably wouldn't read well as there's no sex.