If Hillary's speeches to the banking industry were as eyes-glaze-over boring as her acceptance speech at the convention last night, she was vastly overpaid. Shopping lists make for lousy oratory, even when they include a few of your own favorite goodies. Chelsea's introductory attempt to "humanize" her mother kind of fell flat.
Finale notwithstanding, I suppose the Democratic Convention will be accounted a success. The Obamas and Bill Clinton were predictably silver-tongued; Booker and Biden wound their stumps quite nicely; Warren and Sanders were workmanlike despite some sabotage by their own supporters; Bloomberg added a nice touch; the second-tier pols didn't embarrass themselves; and "all the little people" played their roles quite well. (The "entertainment" was awful.)
Something was puzzling me about Tim Kaine's perky, quirky stylings, and it wasn't the digressions into español. His mannerisms are — there's no other way to put this — gay. Go figure.
Anyway, I hope Hillary's handlers let her be sarcastic, dismissive, and generally condescending to Tr*mp in the debates. He does have a soft underbelly, and it does require some unconstrained poking, including below the belt. You don't beat a bully with statesmanship.
And, yes, if New York looks safe enough in the Fall, I will be voting for Jill Stein. It has to look quite safe though — otherwise I'll get out my very large clothespin and do what I must.
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