THREE STRIKES AND I’M OUT
I’ve never used TTP as a confessional, but there’s always a first time. I’m in a state of existential crisis.
Maybe it’s sparked by what happens tonight in Charleston, South Carolina. It could be a pivot point of history – for the world, for America, and my own life.
Strike One for me was my countrymen in the millions being literally deranged enough to elect a man who wanted God to damn America.
Surely, I thought, this must be a temporary insanity. Normal people have the capacity to go around the bend, then come to their senses, happens all the time. As Zero proved himself to be just as evil as I knew he was, I comforted myself in the conviction that the Curse of Zero would be over in 2012. It was impossible, inconceivable, unimaginable, that Americans would re-elect him.
Yet they did. It doesn’t matter that the Dems rigged the vote. What matters is that the election was close enough for them to cheat and rig it. That was Strike Two.
Still, it never occurred to me that there would ever be a Strike Three. Now it has.


