There’s a weird energy emanating from this political convention, like the event horizon of the black hole out near Sagittarius, or the giant sucking sound of a Maelstrom whirlpooling all of the anger, fear and resentment built up for decades over the political establishment into a toxic stew of fanaticism. It’s a kind of sensory overload at these things where your brain cells get crispy after just a few minutes and you smell toast.

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