"It's rare that I can't make materialize on the digital page the thoughts that are in my head and rarer still that I'm left completely at a loss for a worthwhile and fitting description of a situation or event," writes Chez Pazienza. "And yet, try as I might I can't even begin to figure out how to properly describe the gruesome, surreal, endlessly batsh*t crazy spectacle that's unfolded in Cleveland over the past few days."
What we’ve seen from Cleveland hasn’t been a master manipulator or a populist oracle at work. It’s been a parade of Q-list nobodies buttressed by B-list Republicans and comically effete members of his family, nowhere expressing a cogent ideology except reverence for Donald Trump.
This is the closest they'll get to "fun" this week.
The party of the 1% hosting its convention in a down and out Midwestern city sounds like it'll be an absolute blast.