Convention time equals thousands of cab driver stories.
I was in a cab once, and the cab driver told me that I looked like a sensitive, caring type with engaging eyes, a terrific smile and a personal warmth that touched everyone I met. Then I turned on the service light and went to find my first passenger.
UPDATE: Apparently, pictures of the mountains in Denver are too Messianic. I guarantee you this is the histrionic attack that comes out of the convention – Obama’s step over the line from media Messianism to literal Messianism. God help him if he’s seen anywhere near a loaf of bread. Oh, wait, “God help him” is redundant. Lord-made-flesh colloquial redundancy-ass bullshit, that’s what I say.