Thursday, August 28, 2008
Don't you just love political conventions, whether Democratic, Republican, elephant or donkey? They remind me of soap operas around Christmas. You know, when the biotch develops a heart of gold (that vanishes after the holidays) or the fueding couple falls in love or in love again, and again, and again. Enemies become friends around the holidays and share a peaceful Diet Coke moment that quickly crumbles into another fued or scandal. Kind of like how the Clintons are so supportive of Barack Obama now. They had a change of heart. The fairy tale is now reality. I really hate politics.