Beating a metaphor within an inch of its life.

I like to think of conventions like reunion shows for a band that nobody listens to anymore. For the Dems last week, the band sounded like they did at their peak. The nailed every song and even the stuff they played from their new album was really good. Even the guys you were completely sick of kicked ass.

For the Republicans, however, you’re just reminded why you hated their band in the first place. They’re playing the same crappy songs you’ve heard a million times before and you can totally tell their hearts aren’t in it. Then again, it’s hard to avoid seeming stuck in the past when your two frontmen are a patronizing old guy from TV who always sounds like he’s tired and an attention-seeking droopy dog who thrives on publicly trashing his bandmates.