Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

The Republican National Convention begins today, and I promised myself I would give it as much attention as I gave the DNC. It will be hard, but I can do it. In fact, I need to do it, since Earl will surely be watching and taking notes.

He and I are the equivalent of an ice cube and a match living together under the best of circumstances. If he is the ice cube and gets too close, I will melt him. If I get too close, he will snuff me out. There is a ying and yang about this that makes me comment often that he and I are a living example of democracy in action. We agree to disagree, and more often than not cancel each other’s votes at the polls; but we live in relative harmony most of the time. Perhaps this is because both of us are only children, nobody else would live with either of us, and neither of us supports anarchy.

This week is Earl’s party’s chance to shine, but I shall be watching so as to have ammunition for discussions between now and Election Day in November. After all, I view myself as liberal enough to take time to study the other side and come to a factual conclusion.

Although I suspect I still won’t vote for W.