Journal Journal: Honest Fictions
So it's the third day of the National Convention in... wherever (I guess a few years from now since I'll be at least 35 then) and it's the point of the Convention where the candidate accepts their party's nomination for President of the United States. Now before there were the usual speeches (young party figures, respected old-hands, the token nod from the rival party, wives of candidates) and it was the usual old tired roll of political drumbeats. There are the twenty-four hour cable news