I really don't want to watch the Republican convention. The thought of hearing a bunch of hateful people tell me that Mitt Romney is the best man for the job makes me want to puke. I already know that the outrageous lies compounded upon more paranoid delusions from the Chicken Little crowd will disturb my peace of mind, and my anger at their idiocy will linger in my thoughts far too long.
Most of what will be said by speakers at the convention is garbage that I've heard from that crowd for over a year. So it's not like I'll miss anything of substance, because substance has either been carefully avoided to prevent me from disliking what Republican politicians really want to do. Or substance is just too much work to figure out. Besides, substance requires, you know, FACTS. And facts can be ever so complicated and contrary to ideological purity.
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