The only entrtaining moment offered by the Republican convention last week was the argument between Clint Eastwood and the empty chair. The punch line was delivered on cue but was a bit of a letdownÂ beacause Clint did not blow the chair's head off with a .44 Magnum. Still we can't have everything.
This week the Democrats are making a serious effort to get a few laughs and showing us their true colours at the same time. Unfortutnately it is misfiring because while the delegates are wusses, obsessingÂ overÂ winning the approval of their peers,Â voters are not, they are real people. Attending democratsÂ have all been vetted by the Politically Correct Thought Police and required to prove their credentials by pledging to support abortion on demand at any point up to 974 weeks into a pregnancy (work it out, libtards)Â and the criminalisation ofÂ opposite sex marriages, they are a humourless lot.Â With all the caring and sharing and everybody joining hands and singing Kumbaya the conventionÂ is becoming an earnest, multicultural,Â feature lengthÂ episode of Sesame Street.Â
Â Great American traditions have been sacrificed on the altar of diversity. The phraseÂ â€œGod-given rightsâ€ has been erased because, well, rights come from government which also built The Empire State Building, The Golden Gate Bridge and Disneyland and Pamela Anderson's boobies.
Democrats, unthinking sheeple that they are, lap this up of course and even compete to find out who can be the most sycophantic. Creepily, one speaker in a convention video said that â€œgovernment is the only thing we all belong to.â€ He's obviously never heard of iTunes