I've lost interest in the words; Donald Trump has nothing to say to me and Hillary is still #WrongWithinNormalParameters and listening won't change anything. Yes, she is moving to the left, touting affordable college and a rise in the minimum wage. Yes, he is promoting his golf course and misspeaking about Scotland's Brexit vote. I don't really care. I'm #SettlingForHillary. My mind is made up. Now, I can focus on the spectacle without worrying about the content.
TBG thinks Hillary seems more relaxed when Elizabeth is on the stage. I couldn't get past the matching blue outfits and the hair and the nodding in synchronicity. The notion of an all female ticket is intriguing, though I'd rather have Senator Warren in Congress than flying to state funerals in odd parts of the globe. If adding her to the ticket motivates those who felt the Bern to take a more active role in getting out the vote, then I will be able to relax until November.
Every time the news reports that Mrs. Clinton has a double digit lead I begin to panic. "Don't tell them that - they won't vote," screams the little voice in my head. I worry that young people may feel disconnected from the two rich white people trying to run the country. I worry that complacency will overtake common sense and right thinking people will stay home. I know that the Trump contingent has gotten this far by putting their votes where their passions are; I have no reason to think they'll stop now.
George Will is no longer a Republican, because he can't stomach Donald Trump. Scott Brown is trying the birther argument on Elizabeth Warren. Bernie Sanders is still campaigning even though he admits he cannot win. The facts are absurd. I'm sticking with the visuals. Can you blame me?