Sugar-Free
Confections of a Democratic Convention
Just as we watched the Democratic
Convention arrive at its culminating event of choosing John Kerry and
John Edwards as the candidates for president and vice president, the
pundits and the Republicans, those compassionate ones, are on the
prowl. Just as we feel the exuberance and excellence of Barack Obama,
the power and enthusiasm of John Edwards, and say what you will about
Bill Clinton, but he knows how to make a speech, the mongers on the
right are working to pull us asunder.
As the energized democratic populace
emerged their cocoon where everyone saw the light, where everyone was
of one vision, where everyone had one goal, to the world beyond the
Fleet Center, the swirling hatred and vile lies and half-truths
slammed them back to the reality that their task is far from over.
Political Conventions have always been
staged productions. Some good, some bad, some just boring. They have
long changed from my youth when there was still a sense of
bewilderment and wonder. Perhaps we were just more child-like and we
bought the dog and pony show. Sophisticated and intellectually wise as
I like to think I am, I have to admit, I