The conventions are a relic of memory and sentimentality.
They once were exciting and meaningful events.
Viewers could see the twists and turns of political power before their eyes.
And the enthusiasms and disappointments were genuine.
Today, the conventions are reduced to Las Vegas shows, much like the opening ceremonies for an Olympics.
They remind me of the Americans who live in synthetic places like Celebrity, Florida, and believe they enjoy something of the old days and values.
We’re sure to see that vacuous scene repeated at each convention of the candidates standing with advertising smiles while a million stupid balloons and a thousand pounds of confetti are dropped and a pop song is played.
