I randomly re-watched pulp fiction about two weeks ago. It was my favourite movie growing up - saw it 7 times in the theatre back in 1994.
It’s still an absolute classic. But as I watched it again, I realized I never truly appreciated the spirituality of Jules’ transformation in the movie, or the deeper meaning of his final revelation.
Couldn’t really sleep last night, and had this scene playing over and over again in my mind.
Trump was absolutely set up to be executed on live TV. Like JFK, but in high definition.
Had he not turned his head slightly for whatever reason, or had a gust of wind been weaker or stronger, I cannot imagine what today would have looked like.
Whether or not it was an “according to Hoyle” miracle is unclear. But it certainly feels that way.