Tomorrow the Republican convention begins in my hometown of Cleveland, Ohio. When Cleveland was chosen as the convention site, it was seen as feather in the city's cap, something which would pump millions of dollars into the local economy.
At that point no one could have foreseen that the Republican race would be worse than a carnival sideshow, or that the nominee would be most hateful, incompetent and dangerous Presidential candidate that I have seen in my lifetime. (I'm sorry. You know that I usually don't delve into politics on this blog, but I just can't hold it back. Hopefully he won't sue me for exercising my freedom of speech and voicing a negative opinion about him!)
Anyway, one of my high school friends, a staunch Democrat, has come home this week with the express purpose of seeing what's going on downtown during the convention. He is trying to round up a group of classmates to join him. I told him that there was no way that I was going anywhere near downtown Cleveland during the convention. I truly hope that I am wrong, but I fear that there might be a repeat of the infamous Democratic convention of 1968 when anti-war protestors clashed with police. This time, however, it's not the police that I would fear, but the many people, including some delegates, who plan to tote guns with them on the streets of Cleveland.
It's a scary scenario, and I intend to remain in the safety of suburbia until this is over.
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