It could be a song, you know, about an unlikely collection of circus-clown like characters who show up in good clothing to lie for a while on TV. It’s all the same old stuff, just recast for this Republican Convention. I don’t think I can watch any more of this, not because these parasitic people are so repellent (they would say the same of me, I am sure) but because they are so abysmally predictable.
It’s time to look to November. Get your voting shoes on, or your voting pens out, and do whatever you have to do to help get rid of them!
I have no more time for this kind of crap so my convention watching is over. Bye!