Democratic presidential candidate Kamala Harris at the convention Thursday. Nothing particularly weird happened at the DNC and that, for our current politics, is very, very strange, writes Richard Warnica.
Every time I went for a walk in Chicago this week, anywhere near the apartment I was staying in for the Democratic National Convention, north of the United Center, where the Chicago Bulls play, I would see the same beautiful, brown-and-white, three-legged dog.
I don’t know much about dog breeds. All I can tell you is this one looked pretty nice. It had neat, fuzzy-looking fur, a big, doggy smile, and an absence on its right fore-shoulder where a leg should be.
It’s a hard thing to miss, a three-legged dog, especially if they’re walking. It takes a lot of very visible effort to move as a quadruped if you’re down to three peds. It’s the kind of thing you’re going to notice. If you’re like me, it’s the kind of thing you’re going to write down.
Perhaps the most accurate thing I can say, having spent four days in Chicago watching ecstatic Democrats anoint Kamala Harris and four days in Milwaukee watching ecstatic Republicans beatify Donald Trump, is that the Democrats, at least, are still operating on all four legs.
As far as American political conventions go, the DNC was almost aggressively normal. Most everything went off as planned.
The only big screw up of the week came on Thursday night when organizers had to turn hundreds and maybe thousands of ticketed guests and credentialed reporters away after someone started a rumour that Beyoncé might appear. (She didn’t).
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