For a while, it seemed like a hurricane might threaten Tampa, Florida to the extent that television coverage of the Republican convention would be dramatically reduced. That was disappointing because I wanted the satisfaction of knowing I was refusing to watch a single goddamned minute of it, a pleasure denied if it wasn't on TV to begin with. Now it looks like Louisiana is Isaac's destination, and the GOP dog-and-pony show will go on more or less as planned. Whew! That was close.
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