- Green Eagle provides a 34 second read that summarizes the third and fourth day of the GOP diatribe. By the way, it helps if you know that Cthulhu is a gigantic entity worshiped by cultists, in shape like an octopus, a dragon, and a caricature of human form, which I got from Wikipedia, thus sparing myself reading anything by H. P. Lovecraft.
- Ted McLaughlin at jobsanger points to a lack of a Republican platform this year as consistent with the Trump convention theme. With no other unifying message, the convention was designed to antagonize the opposition. The gathering and contained speeches were not a presentation of principle. They were little more than a performance of provocation. Let’s own the libs! Tiresome.
- Jonathan Bernstein points out that Trump botched his big speech, but nobody will care.
- At Margaret and Helen, Helen listens to the GOP convention and writes to her friend. Taking in the rhetoric can lead to unnatural acts involving bleach, light bulbs, and language. Yikes.
- Tommy Christopher collects twitter laughter about the over-the-top convention screech by Kimberly Guilfoyle.
- M. Bouffant at Web of Evil searches deep into his heart and finds a lonely place that might sort of almost feel sorry for a convention presenting member of the Trump family.
- In The Borowitz Report, Trump darkly warns that a Biden presidency would mean regular mail service and sports.
- In Hackwhackers a Trump speech maker makes reference to a Jimmy Stewart movie role, so Jimmy Stewart’s daughter speaks for the family, stomping all over Trump and convention hypocrisy.
- The old joke has an old farmer helping a census researcher with the area’s death rate. The farmer says it’s one per person. Frances Langum reports as Jim Acosta asks a senior White House official about the wisdom of cramming an audience of supporters shoulder to shoulder without protective masks during a dangerous pandemic. The answer from the White House is it doesn’t really matter. Everybody is going to catch this thing eventually.
So it’s one death per person. Now THAT is cold.
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