The least said about last night’s DNC shit show the better. Unfortunately I watched most of it, until Joe Biden came out at the end and angrily yelled about how he had saved Democracy from Donald Trump in 2020 by stealing an election. I was physically repulsed by it. It was powerful stuff. The 80 million Americans whose votes were thrown in the trash would have surely appreciated what Joe said, I have no doubt.
Everything is play acting
Everyone else prior to that had to get up on stage, eat shit and pretend that Kamala Harris, Joe’s diversity hire for VP in 2020, who couldn’t win a primary in 2020, and in fact came dead last out of at least half a dozen other candidates, was now going to be the joyful new leader to take the country into a new era of prosperity, joy (did I say that already?) and freedom. The fact that none of that had happened in the prior 3 1/2 years that they had been running things, didn’t seem to bother them. This time it would be different, just trust us.
Biden seems very angry these days. No joy whatsoever.
There was a lot of talk about freedom. Freedom from what wasn’t particularly articulated, nor was freedom to, explained much. It was a sad parade, but quite revealing. Hillary Clinton got a five minute standing ovation, which put Harris, who had made a surprise appearance early on, in the shade. One got the feeling that this was not only a swan song for Dementia Joe, but deplorable Hillary’s last chance to leave a mark in the wake of her departure. He speech had a distinct “this is going to be one for the history books”, flavor to it.
The Democrat Donkeys like to bray a lot
Others like Alexandria Cortez, seized the moment to play act what they thought the people wanted to hear. Cortez’ speech seemed entirely inauthentic from start to finish. One giveaway was the little smile of inner satisfaction that would flash across her face when she thought she had hit a particular verbal home run.
I imagine she is unaware of it entirely, but the camera tends to amplify these things. Cortez is barely sentient at the best of times, but she did have the presence of mind to bounce her boobs up and down at least once, although it might be just something she does without thinking to get people’s attention. Up in the VIP box Harris, her husband, Walz and his wife watched the proceedings with a kind of regal serenity. If anyone is weird though, it’s Walz who run the gamut of emotions from radiating joy to shedding actual tears about something which I was unaware of, most probably because I had turned the sound down.
Weird and weirder
It was like watching the end of an era, which was to be replaced with a hollowed out facsimile of something which had previously had relevance. It was a tragic train wreck.
I said it would be a shit show and it was, in the most literal sense. I wish it weren’t so. For “Democracy” to survive we need two sides of an argument, not parallel universes working in direct opposition to one another. I won’t be watching any more of this convention, it’s depressing. There’s nothing joyful about it. It’s like a walk through hell.