So the conventions are over and we've entered the penultimate stage of this presidential demolition derby. Your muted murmurs of"yippee" and "hooray" have been duly noted. That's enough, put the horns away, this is not an overly large celebration.
Regulations are flying out the door in in Washington, where an already hyper-aggressive Obama administration is looking at its last chance to move its agenda forward while sidestepping the Republicans in Congress.
If Donald Trump could just "let it go" once in a while, the national media might actually report on Hillary's crass lies at the Democratic National Convention. But, no, Trump's a natural performer in the style of Kardashian and Jersey Shore "reality" stars, reacting foolishly to verbal slights.
The year-long primary season proved one thing - the pundits, pollsters, and experts were wrong. They were wrong about Donald Trump right up to the last, and they were wrong about Bernie Sanders, a dark horse candidate that dogged Hillary Clinton to the end before he finally came up short.
I've been undergoing physical therapy as a result of a compression fracture, and my physical therapist (Amy) got a "deer in the headlights" look when I said I would be WRITING about physical therapy this week.
Renowned 20th Century philosopher Dennis Rodman, he of professional basketball, tattoo and body piercing fame, once responded to a reporter's question about whether he was bothered by the critical news coverage of him by saying: "The only bad press is an obit."
Striding onto the Philadelphia stage resplendent in a white pants suit like a heavenly sent business bride walking down the aisle to tie the knot with America, Chelsea's mom jettisoned the "presumptive" and accepted the Democratic Party's invitation to become their nominee in the 2016 race for the Presidency of the United States. And contrary to prior dire warnings, the gates of hell did not open up.