How crazy are things in the Year of Our Lord 2020?
Crazy enough to make me want to pull the covers over my head and stay in bed (in the fetal position) until the madness ends. But staying in bed until SMOD arrives isn’t an option.
2020 is without a doubt the craziest year in my memory, and I can remember the JFK assassination. 1968 was the previous record holder, but back then the Crazy was confined to a relatively small part of the population. Our institutions (churches, schools, business, Hollywood, etc.) remained sane and stable, and most of America just watched the Crazy from afar. They didn’t experience it or join in.
2020 is The Big Crazy. TBC has permeated all of our institutions and every level of society. There is no escaping The Big Crazy.
The Big Crazy will not end on Tuesday night, even if Trump wins a 49-state blow-out. Democrats will not wake up sane on Wednesday morning. Millions of Trump-hating Leftists will not be struck with sudden lucidity and emulate Lt. Colonel Nicholson by asking “What have we done??”
I don’t want to contemplate what will happen if Biden wins and Kamala Harris becomes POTUS. Suffice it to say that if Biden is officially declared the winner the next day I will buy a gun (and ammunition) before Harris is inaugurated and the 2nd Amendment is repealed.
Tuesday night will be the fourth time I will watch a presidential election online. This will be the first one I watch without alcohol. The first two didn’t end well but that was expected. When I watched the third one I thought Trump should win but I was not confident that he would win. I feel much the same way now, except this time I expect it to get ugly either way.
Four years ago the news media and the rest of the Democrats were overconfident. They did not have a plan for losing. This time they will be prepared. Antifa/BLM will start mostly-peaceful riots, and Democrat attorneys will have lawsuits ready to file first thing Wednesday morning.
If anybody needs me I’ll be down in my bunker, repainting the bathroom.