Well! There you have it.
I have to say: the more political conventions I see, the more I miss H. L. Mencken.
“There is something about a national convention that makes it as fascinating as a revival or a hanging. It is vulgar, it is ugly, it is stupid, it is tedious, it is hard upon both the higher cerebral centers and the gluteus maximus, and yet it is somehow charming. One sits through long sessions wishing heartily that all the delegates and alternates were dead and in hell ”” and then suddenly there comes a show so gaudy and hilarious, so melodramatic and obscene, so unimaginably exhilarating and preposterous that one lives a gorgeous year in an hour.’
Not sure which hour that was this time around. Maybe it was the second or third hour of Bill Clinton’s dissertation.