It's All Over but the Crying

By the time you read this the GOP convention will be over and "these people" will be packing up and leaving town.

Good riddance.

I am sure I'm missing stuff {again} by not watching a second of this thing. I just can't even.

I just can't.

More power to you people who can even watch for part of the night. I don't have that kind of strength.

Granted, I missed Michelle's Melanoma's speech. I missed Satan Cruz revoke (t)Rump. And like Kasich before him, I'm feeling dirty that I have a smidge of respect for Old Ted. But just a little. Minuscule in fact. Electron microscopes couldn't even pick up on it. But I know it's there.  Drats.

There is no fucking way I'm watching Trump's speech. I'm hoping he'll implode, but I'm not wagering any cash. I'll get the highlights later this morning with screen caps with witty sayings on them via Facebook.

The head of Log Cabin says that Donald (t)Rump is their friend.

I know that throughout history, mostly in the way way past, that the homos have limited choices in friends. But is this what it has come to?

Again, this is my lack of understanding.

With such blindness - not even blind faith - people are dropping to their knees for this man. A man who cannot prove he can do a thing - or answer a question directly - he can treat you like shit, and then all is forgiven.

I mean, unless your Ted Cruz.

Cleveburgh has made it through. No riots. No looting. No shootings. At least as of 22:02. After that - who knows?

I'm sure I'll read about it.


Eventually.



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