That would be holy…what a loada…a stinking pile of…and completely full of…

In a single word, it is my review of the debacle that masqueraded as the Republican National Convention.  For those of you, unlike myself, who were able to turn away from the train wreck, what you missed was a leaden, amateurishly produced reality show that trotted out a parade of cosmetically enhanced, ridiculously coiffed, wind-up Stepford spokesmodels reading teleprompter scrolls of bald-faced lies about the opposition and a fictional, phantasmagorical account of the accomplishments of Donald Crap, (not surprisingly, the literal translation of ‘Trump’ in every language provided by Google Translate…I swear).

Now, with 65 days left until November 3rd, millions and millions of dollars will be spent by both the Biden and Trump campaigns, and that’s where any similarity to a normal election ends.  There will be trappings of historical precedent…TV ads, debates, interviews, TV ads, testimonials, buttons, t-shirts, TV ads and hats, but don’t be lulled into believing that any of what’s about to dominate the next two-plus months has anything to do with the American electoral process.  One side will mostly adhere to a moral code, logic, facts, science, a commitment to democracy, fairness and a perhaps naïve and passé belief that good concurs evil, while the other will lie, cheat, bully, badger and bluster to stimulate the tribal instincts of the unthinking hoards that have become devout Trumpists.  Polls aside, the strangle hold that this worthless piece of crap has on Mitch McConnell and Lindsey Graham and Jim ‘fuck wad” Jordan and the mesmerized millions of adherents who just don’t get that his concern for their hopes, needs and desires ends with them cheering his name, could keep him hunkered down in his jammies in the TV room of the White House for at least another four years.  And that is a nightmare that no amount of pinching will wake us from.  CRAP!!!