He’s Got a Bomb

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This is going to be a weird post. But, come on, it’s totally dark outside, I’m standing here in my bare feet with my dogs looking at me, and you’re just……..sitting there. So who are you to judge?

I will set this up by recalling an X-Files episode from 1999 called Monday.The show is about people being stuck in a time loop in which they are all killed by a bomb used in a bank robbery. As the article explains, in part:

 To the audience, time itself is stuck in a loop. Everyone is oblivious to the repetition of events except for one person, Pam. Over multiple iterations of the events, Pam does everything in her power to save the agents, including trying to prevent them from entering the bank, trying to inform them of the time loop, and even begging Skinner not to let the police into the building. It is implied that she has lived these events many times, as she refers to having had Mulder ask her the same question over fifty times. There are subtle changes in the events, and Mulder and Scully’s conversation is worded differently each time, but the results are always the same: Bernard detonates the bomb, usually after shooting Mulder, and they all die.

The time loop continues ad nauseam, though each time Pam speaks to Mulder, he comes closer to being able to remember her. She is finally able to convince him that events are repeating themselves, and before he is killed by the blast, Mulder begins repeating “he’s got a bomb” to himself, in an attempt to recall it the next time around. In the following iteration of the day Mulder finds himself repeating the phrase in the bank, and acting on his hunch, calls Scully and then confronts Bernard before he begins the holdup, changing events on a fundamental level.

I have long believed that we don’t fully understand time. Indeed, we may fundamentally misunderstand it. I have had a startling number of deja vu experiences in my life, and one day in particular – – the worst day of my life, I suspect – – I had a vision so vivid and startling that I knew something very bad was going to happen within the next twenty-four hours. And it did. It was as if……….as in the “Monday” episode………someone or something from the future from informing me of what was about to take place.

Last night, something similar happened to me, but not quite to the same degree. If a typical deja vu experience measured a “1” or “2” (on a scale of 1 to 10), and the “worst day of my life” deja vu measured, say, an “8”, I would say last night was about a 5. In other words, MUCH stronger than normal, but not quite as strong as the doozy I had.

And the entire “WTF?” was invoked by this one image:

That’s right. This image of a tweet from our fearless leader stopped me cold.

I considered saying something at the time, but I stopped myself. I mean, come on, unless you’re a Plus member, you just show up here. Should I give my visions away for nothing?

Seriously, though, I wasn’t tempted to make a remark, but when at 5 a.m. I grabbed my iPad and saw this:


I thought to myself, “Hmm – – isn’t that interesting?”

Now, I’m not going to make too much of a goddamn half-percentage point drop in the market. All the same, as ZH points out, this tiny drop is actually the biggest overnight shake-up this entire stupid year, so it is, in fact, unusual.

So I just thought I’d mention it. Oh, and Gillian wishes you a good day ahead.