Political party conventions used to deserve media attention. Reporters covered them because the party’s nominee wasn’t pre-ordained. That changed when primaries replaced caucuses and smoke-filled rooms. With the nominee already decided, conventions became PR events, but they still get flood-the-zone coverage, just like the Super Bowl. And just like all the words wasted in the run-up to that game, none of it is worth your time.
Trump’s choice of fake hillbilly J.D. Vance as his running mate displeased some MAGAts because there was a time when Vance didn’t kiss Trump’s ass. I guess that makes him a moderate by GOP standards.
Nebraska has joined a growing list of states where Pornhub has gone dark over laws aimed at protecting minors from its evils. One look at the incel-riddled GOP would tell you that even if you agree with the premise, it’s too little too late.
Connoisseurs of terrible renditions of the national anthem got a thrill last night at major league baseball’s Home Run Derby. Country singer Ingrid Andress made the always-dicey decision to try it a cappella, and the result drew comparisons to the current title-holder, Fergie’s 2018 performance at the NBA all-star game. She was about halfway through when I decided autotune is a gift to humankind.
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