This junk is what was on the big screens at the convention centers and arenas, and at the podium. But you know what? The many thousands of people crammed into the arenas where the conventions were held pre-COVID barely paid attention. No, they’d be chatting, socializing, handing out hats and posters, trying to get selfies with the party’s stars as those stars wander across the floor.
Think of this as the political version of caffeine-free diet soda–the most complete simulacrum there is. Just as that drink has nothing in it that actually makes a cola a cola, what happened last night had nothing that makes a convention a convention. These conventions had already become almost totally fake before.
What we learned last night is that when you sever the last connection to the conventions of old—the people—you divorce them completely of any meaning, even vestigial meaning.
Conventions had long since become simulations—the crowd response being the simulation of the emotions the candidate wanted the American people to feel as they considered casting a vote for him. This year, neither the Democratic nor the Republican conventions can provide that stimulation.
What we learned last night is that what they can provide, instead, is…weirdness.
The DNC has less energy than Jeb Bush. Meanwhile the real DNC is throwing molotov cocktails at the ICE building in Portland.
Hate to break it to them but Obama and Michelle aren't on the ballot in November, and in a week their speech will be forgotten, the party will be over and you'll be back to just tired old Joe and mediocre Kamala.
Nothing they could’ve said or done would’ve been inspiring. Keeping their hate filled base happy by knocking Trump every step of the way is all they could do. “We’re not Trump” is all they have.
Thus far, this has played with all the warmth, sincerity, and honesty of a late night infomercial. It's is excruciatingly dull. It makes "An Inconvenient Truth" look like an action movie. There just seems to be the morbid fascination on making sure everyone gets their five minutes to bash Trump -- and that's about it.
Enthusiasm, optimism and joy are not options for them. Their available choices are foaming-at-the-mouth angry, or Lithium-dulled rage. They calculated that something resembling dull would be less threatening to swing-state voters.
Apparently, the DNC national convention is even more boring than the LDS General Conference. And Mormon friends have privately told me that the General Conference is excruciatingly boring and they have dreaded it since childhood.
“America’s Got Talent” drew a larger audience, than that dog and pony show, according to the ratings.
You don't say.
I was too busy watching the dishes dry.
You say that there’s a Democrat national convention? Who knew?
Is Senile Joe speaking tonight?
Last night “We” watched? Do you have a mouse in your pocket?
How telling is it when the most important question to come out of the convention is about the convention itself, and it’s “Did it do more harm than good?” Yes, it did.