Whew

The Democratic Party convention wrapped up last night, and from what I could tell they got through it without any disasters, which is quite a relief. Kamala Harris gave an acceptance speech that was no "I Have a Dream," but it was perfectly fine. She's a little nasal, but compared to the alternative she's Abe Lincoln.

I didn't see too much of the show last night, but what I did catch was a lot of the same messaging as the three nights before: "We're not Trump, and thank God." Even Harris spent a lot of time ticking off some of the many horrors that another term of Orange Caligula would surely bring. I agree wholeheartedly, but they may have overplayed that card just a wee bit.

Earlier, continuing a parade of geezer speakers, Leon Panetta had popped in for a segment. Dear Lord, the man is 86 years old! But he knows the White House like the back of his hand, and he's still got it together, more so than some other aging politicians you could name.

I also liked the nightly on-stage appearances of somewhat prominent Republicans who just can't bring themselves to vote MAGA for a third time after all the garbage that it's produced. I hope many more members of the GOP are looking at themselves in the mirror now and asking whether they can keep genuflecting to the indecency. You don't have to announce it to anybody if you don't want to. Just don't vote for him. Get him out of your face forever and take your party back.

Anyway, the dopey balloons have been dropped, and so Chicago's over. Now comes 10 grueling weeks in the trenches. The Dems are on a roll, but after 2016, you won't see me placing any bets on the final outcome, at least not yet and probably not until the inauguration.