If a convenient time machine were to deposit a Roman citizen, circa 140 or so, in Charlotte, he would have no trouble understanding what was going on. Our Roman might not understand a word of what was being said, but he would be able to take one look at the garish costumes, the hysterical air of self-congratulation worn by men and women who have accomplished absolutely nothing in life, and the clownish theatrics and realize exactly what was going on. "Oh no, not again," would be the last thing he would think just before being lobotomized by a loose heel from Nancy Pelosi.
The old Democratic convention looked like some music video director's
idea of Olympus. The new one looks like the stage for a concert,
something popular, noisy and lip-synched. Any minute now some musician
who used to be a waiter two weeks ago before going professionally viral
will slink out on stage and begin making mouth movements to recorded
music while digital fireworks go off in the background.
This is MTV politics designed by those who don't understand that MTV is
over and that they're over. Their fifteen minutes are up and so are
their four years. Cinderella won't marry the prince and spend another
four years bankrupting the country. The trend that swept this mob into
office is headed the other way and their desperate attempts to stay cool
are as pathetic as they are hopeless.
The Democratic National Convention is swarming with rabidly enthusiastic
people who are hyped up about things in the way that only the
professionally cheerful are. The message is that everyone is happy to be
here, repeated at decibel volumes and with simultaneous sign language
translation, which is the surest sign that no one is happy to be here at