Tonight, the orgy of self-congratulation that is the 2024 Republican National Convention concludes, and its climax, as expected, is the nomination for a third time of Donald John Trump to the office of President of the United States.
I'm still working on how he was nominated once, much less elected. If you resent my disparagement of him, you'd best find somewhere else to stop by between now and November because I loathe this asshole and the nicest thing I can find to say about it is I am grateful he is not twins.
You are of course, free to support him and vote for him; that is your right. But don't tell me you're doing so 'because he's a patriot,' because he isn't but you already know that deep down in your heart, and because you do, you're not a patriot either.
Anyway.
His speech, if all of his previous utterances are any indicator will be a potpourri of half-truths and outright lies, punctuated by mind-boggling versions of tales of grievances and injuries both real and imagined that will have no point and even less sense. And his MAGAts, enthralled by his eloquence and intellect will applaud enthusiastically if not rapturously. You will actually become dumber listening to him, so don't.
Instead, read the 2024 GOP Platform, their roadmap for what they intend to do. Read it now as between you and me depending on the election outcome there will be no opportunity to look at it again.
And that might be just as well, "Right now I can't read too good, Don't send me no more letters no, Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row."
-bill kenny
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