Until the Dick Morris story turned the press into a gaggle of schoolchildren hearing the bells of the ice cream truck, the talk of the convention concerned the maudlin tone of the convention speeches. "This isn't a convention," went a common refrain, "it's Queen for a Day." There's no doubt that this year Democrats gave us not only a balloon drop and a confetti drop but a treacle drip of steadily increasing dosage as well. I found myself cheerfully ascending to high dudgeon--until it hit me that we in the television business bear much of the blame for this corruption of...
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