For perhaps the first time in my life, this morning I wrote "apocalypse" without scrambling the worker bees, or whatever makes those squiggly lines appear on every other word I write at this hour.
This is not a good sign for Chris McDaniel. At least that's my expert analysis.
I was writing apocalypse, as in "signs of the apocalypse, in a note to the editor alerting to him to Grover Norquist's first person account of Burning Man.
I'd pull up the compass app on my iPhone but I'm afraid the needle would point south. This world is upside down.
And that's the world we face as the clock is ticking on decision day for McDaniel, who evidence suggests believes he won a U.S. Senate nomination that reality suggests he lost by close to 8,000 votes to U.S. Sen. Thad Cochran.
He has two choices: 1. Up to eight more weeks of scathing political cartoons featuring possums and whine bottles if he takes his case to the Supreme Court or 2. A return to the quite life in Jones County, defending corporate interests against the uncaring masses.
On the one hand, much like the artisans of Burning Man, McDaniel over a year has painstakingly built the next level of his political career. It seems a shame to have come this far and not go ahead and put a torch to it.
If he needs a light, I'm sure Democratic nominee Travis Childers would be happy to oblige.