Sky? Blue. Water? Wet.

So. My boy Glenn goes to Colorado for the annointing. There he discovers that the people who pay for the Democratic Party pay for the Democratic Party. He notices that AT&T, the corporate sponsor of the convention, has pasted its logo all over the Democratic Party's signage, which is, of course, what corporate sponsors do. He extrapolates that wealthy industries may have undue influence on the party, that the party agrees to immunize the telecoms from legal actions, for instance, because the party is the beneficiary of a little fiscal largesse. He discovers that the party doesn't particularly care what he, Glenn Greenwald, thinks, nor what Amy Goodman of Democracy . . . any . . . hang on . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . minute . . . now thinks, nor what any of the callow, pudgy, middle-aged losers rockin' to the golden oldies and waving signs from the convention floor think, because none of you motherfuckers is rich, bitch. Perhaps it even occurs to him that these very same entitites give money to the Republicans as well. Perhaps it occurs to him that industry provides well-paid sinecures for ex-officials who tire of palace life. Perhaps it occurs to him that government and corporate industry are sides of a coin in our glorious, post-Soviet system of State Capital.

So. In. Other. Words. These political insights are equally available to anyone who takes a couple of bong rips and sits on his ass watching Bulworth. What is he doing in Denver except validating the spectacle as some kind of legitimate, meaningful democratic process, and why does he insist that he's still going to vote for this gang? I begrudge no man his scam, and I hope Glenn is making bank on book and blog alike, but seriously, they pay him for this?