American Gladiators, the Season Premier
Well here it comes, the moment we've all been waiting for: The start of the national political conventions.
The Democrats go first tomorrow in Denver…followed by the Republicans in St. Paul…followed by a two-month feeding frenzy in which the candidates and parties try to consume each other without making themselves sick in the process.
Great fun…or what?
Or what, indeed.
Let's face it. Our presidential politics has become a blood sport -- little more than a hunt in which the candidates and their supporters set out to wound each other.
And as in bull-fighting or dog-fighting or cock-fights, our politics inflict needless suffering upon the vulnerable.
It's warfare in which the combatants seek to conquer each another, in some cases battling at close range. We call those presidential debates. Expect to see three after the conventions.
Through it all, a good time is had by everyone, well, at least by the victors -- and us spectators. The vanquished can only hope to live to fight another day.
So on with the conventions, the modern-day version of the Roman colosseum, where political gladiators will gather, where some will be martyred and others severely wounded politically. On to the hired halls where only the strong will survive, and depart the arena to fight in the really big showdown in the fall.
This is the moment we've all been waiting for. Or have we?…Or should we?
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