I didn’t stay up to watch Melania’s speech, because . . . I don’t care. There is nothing about her and her life that connects her with me, or 330 million Americans. She can’t speak for anyone but herself. She doesn’t matter, for good or ill.
The presentation last night was factually false, occasionally surreal, corrupt at times, and disjointed. “Factually false” applies to virtually everyone. The naturalization scene would make a great skit on SNL. Larry Kudlow talking about the roaring recovery, as if we didn’t have double digit unemployment and a pandemic out of control, was both ludicrous and par for the course. Tiffany Trump going on and on about the vast elite left-wing conspiracy didn’t win dear old dad any friends. Mike Pompeo’s wooden speech from Israel was a gross violation of the principle that partisan politics end at the water’s edge. As with the previous night, the combination of angry denunciations of the extreme left with more soothing presentations was jarring. Some of the individual speakers were, in isolation, pretty effective, but I don’t think the totality of it is working.
Looking forward to some stirring oratory from Mike Pence tonight? Me, neither.