HOMELAND INSECURITY

Clowns All the Way Down

The Man Who Lived

Warning: this essay has not been toned down with the new “unity”filter yet. Beware!

I am still in total shock.

Not because of the attempted assassination—I’ve been expecting that for months; years even.

I’m in shock because he didn’t die. The Boy Who Lived!

Now I feel like all of us are living on borrowed time in some bizarre, blessed, beautiful alternate universe that wasn’t supposed to be. We’re not supposed to be here—or are we?

Baseball is a game of inches. Life is a game of milliseconds and millimeters. Part of me feels like I’m in a dream. It’s too hard to believe. So close that there was no escape, and yet he escaped. So close that he is supposed to be dead. There is simply no simulation, no way to replicate a situation in which a target survives multiple shots at close range by a rifle with a scope, and one direct hit to the head, a hair’s breadth from the skull. What!

It’s not possible, but somehow, here we are. I feel strongly that I personally, and the countr…