I just caught one live minute of the Republican convention, which was enough to persuade me that further viewing would be unnecessarily menacing to my blood pressure. The minute was John Boehner's, who was riffing, tellingly enough, on excluding certain folks from a bar, which then culminated in a Boehner-belittlement with the "You didn't build that" line.
The crowd, of course, laughed and cheered.
They never tire of being naughty. They're like members of some sort of political daycare--snickering toddlers making merry, pointing and tittering, knowing they know better but just can't help themselves. They're being cute.
Later tonight will come the immense offensiveness of Chris Christie--I don't need that--and then will come the perky, labored "likability" of Ann Romney, which I need even less.
I'll permit them their giggles tonight, and for the next two nights. Have fun and good luck, boys and girls. You're going to need it beginning next week.
p.s.: It so happens that tonight I had planned anyway on reading more of Wallace's Infinite Jest. Coincidence? I think not.