Ok, really, this is getting to be a bit much. No?

Another Trump assassin is one thing, but once again we see an assassin with three names.

It’s almost a prerequisite no matter the era, who it is getting popped (or possibly getting popped) for an assassin to have three names. Forget your QAnon, pizza babies, the idea that a woman will make a good President simply because she is a woman, that any Star Trek series beyond the original is worth the time it takes for me to flip the channel, this triple-name thing is cosmic conspiracy on a grand level.

Let’s review:

There was Marcus Brutus, he “Et tu, Brute?” fame.

John Wilkes Booth, truly rendering President Lincoln’s seats the worst in the house that night.

James Earl Ray giving Bono something to sing about.

Lee Harvey Oswald making Abraham Zapruder a household name.

Mark David Chapman making “Double Fantasy,” a big seller.

Thomas Matthew Crooks in PA in July, and just over this weekend, Ryan Wesley Routh attempting to get a hole in one…in Trump’s head.

And although, not triple-named, you can’t deny the sheer wackiness of a Sirhan Sirhan’s moniker.

See, what I’m getting at? One needs as much be suspicious of any governmental agency with three letters, as any prog band, as, maybe I have proved above, anybody crawling across PA rooftops and book warehouse perches wearing three names.