Bring the Bad Self to a Party
RE: Recent Conventions.
While the delegate diehards of both parties keep the manufacturer of Bedazzler rivets rolling in coin, only one party convention rose the the shining level of excitement alluded to by their sparkling wardrobe. It was the Democrats who have put the "party" back into politics. Watching the coverage of the speeches, even the boring ones, was like watching an intergenerational drug-free rave. Bad Selves were popping up left and right. The Democrats had their groove on. They looked happy. Every time someone stopped yakking about whatever pet issue they were stumping for, the band struck up into a rousing instrumental and broke out the back-up singers for a chorus of "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow."
Whether the delegates had rhythm or not, they were clapping and swaying, and popping their hips, often to a beat that in no way corresponded to the C-SPAN audio track, or any regularized cycle of time. But that's not the point! The point was the body-joy these people of all backgrounds, races, religions, and left-leaning political ideologies were ENJOYING. The Republican convention, by contrast, from what I have seen comes across like the "before" clip from a fiber supplement commercial. These people are so stopped up, they can't even play music for fear they'll break a hip, or shatter the stony countenance of conservative reserve.
Both parties are clearly out of their gourd when it comes to policy and the "right track" for America, but at least the Dems could do it with some style, some fun, and a rejection of the forces of terror. The Dems remembered to pack their Bad Selves for the circle jerk in Denver. And you, whether it's chair dancing, car dancing, or hopping around your living room or jumping on Oprah's couch, give your Bad Self a little exercise everyday.
