The national political conventions are a lot like professional wrestling. Sure, we know what's going to happen, but every four years, it's fun to see who's throwing around chairs and getting slammed into the turnbuckle.
The latest fad, propagated by many members of the commentariat, is to equate the America of 2016 with the America of 1968. I heard it more recently from Chuck Todd of NBC News: "Not since the summers of the '60s and violence in Watts, Detroit, and Chicago has the nation felt so hopelessly divided."
One of the most popular punching bags on the presidential campaign trail this year is America's biopharmaceutical industry. Bashing drug companies was telegraphed early on as a key Democratic strategy to shift the blame for the failure of Obamacare to contain health care costs away from the Democratic/insurance industry alliance that wrote the law. Unfortunately, their policy proposals, designed to suppress drug prices, are likely to cause far more harm than good.
The farmers market here is a rousing event, filling the town square with dozens of produce vendors from around the state and local bands providing nonstop music. It's also one of the most tightly-governed markets in the nation.
A Vice Presidential pick is a defining moment in a campaign, motivating nominees to utilize unique strategies. Some try to accentuate their heavyweight status by partnering up with less vibrant versions of themselves in what might be called the "Bad Xerox Without Any Toner" maneuver. Think... Dan Quayle.
Now that the presumptive nominees are set, the presidential campaign has officially entered its "begging for money like we're raising bail for our little sister who's being held in a Turkish prison" stage. And a pre-convention lull has descended upon the proceedings like a moist blanket of sulk. Not to be confused with the post-convention lull, which will be similar but ratcheted up by a desperation factor of four.