In keeping with my habit, I won’t watch the Democratic convention live coverage on TV any more than I watched the Republicans last week. I don’t think there’s much to see, and that which is worth seeing will be re-run or available on any number of feeds. Besides, most of it is on after my bedtime.
The Democrats have a slight advantage by going second in that they can respond to the Republicans and their convention, although I hope this isn’t three days of “Am Not!” and “Neener, neener!” back at the GOP. I don’t think there will be anything to top Clint Eastwood’s chair chat — at least I hope not — and I am sure there will be the usual amount of clever tweets, missteps, funny pictures, and all the usual stuff we’ve come to expect when a lot of people with a lot of disparate views gather in one place. It’s one big happy family reunion, complete with the crazy relatives, the little feuds, and the occasional “What’s that supposed to mean?” overheard at dinner.
Knock yourself out, Democrats.