In physics and chemistry, the triple point of a substance is the temperature and pressure at which three phases (gas, liquid, and solid) of that substance may coexist in thermodynamic equilibrium.
Thank you , Wikipedia.
In the blogosphere (yes, I hate that term too) there is an equivalent 'triple point' condition that sometimes occurs when *exactly* the precise conditions of pressure, temperature, and, yes, management levels of ineptitude reach that very same analogous crucial point, that well...
Let me put it this way: imagine a good, patriotic, Republican church-going contingent of the religious right meeting, say, Hugh Hefner, Elton John, Mick Jagger, and, um, Rosie O'Donnel, unexpectedly, down at the neighborhood Furrs for dinner one Sunday evening.
Kind of like that, only a tad more uncomfortable.
But I digress:
One approaches that nexus at some magically undefinable state in space-time when the entropy of whatever particular real-world environment has reached sufficient pressure-cooker tension that, well, people start to implode.
AND explode. Very nearly at the same time. The resultant effects on the gamma ray field densities, Raleigh-Taylor instabilities, Polonium annealing properties, fast AND slow neutron fluxes, and other such technical details with which we will not bore you, result in a condition known as:
You got it.
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