That sinking, depressed feeling came back last night. That same bewildered, angry, confused, "Do people really believe all this" horror that can only be provoked by one thing: a Republican National Convention. And now, the morning after the speech, as we bounce around the echo chamber trying to figure out if, in fact, people really do buy this stage-managed jingoism, we get sadder and sadder. But then we read thoughtful analysis like this, and this, and we have hope again! Holy shit it’s going to be a long, emotionally excoriating two months.
The Gentle Witch of the North