Chana Garcia is responsible for my godless, broken and sinful partnership with Kenyatta. Some day, after we've taken over the world, I'll give you all the details pinpointing her exact role in creating a situation where Samore must now "beat the odds." But for now, I don't want to infringe on anyone's employment prospects.
More to the point, Chana is chronicling a war that began with the following words:
"Sorry dear. Looks like you're going to have to get everything taken out."
I have no context for staring down death in your early 30s. But I'm getting some from her blog. If you're looking yourself, please stop by. Then say a kind word.