What the hill dillio? And good stuff on VQR

     She did it. Hillary did what she needed to do for the party, for the ticket, for her die-hard supporters (except the freakishly obtuse PUMAs), for herself, and apparently for her marriage -- did you see Bill gettin' all gooey eyed while she talked? I think I lip-read him murmuring "I love you" several times. Sweet but icky. The impish Wonkette has this demure play-by-play.

     It may just be enough to eradicate from memory that haunting image of Sen. Mark Warner free-falling, in slow motion, from a player on the national stage to a second-rate pol who missed the opportunity to connect on the biggest stage he'll ever have. 

     Rob Saldin is blogging the convention for VQR and has some pithy first person perspective. I can't stomach attending writers' conferences, never mind national political rallies, so it's nice to be able to follow vicariously the intrepid into the fray through the system of tubes that is the Interwebs. Yay, VQR.

     Also at VQR is a spectacularly intimate, candid series of conversations with women soldiers, done by my friend Laura Browder. Together, the interviews (to me) present a first-hand skewering of this failed administration and its contempt for the lives, the toll on real human beings, of its draconian ideology.

     So, the score:

     Hillary - fabulous

     Warner - deflating

     Wonkette - so ladylike

     The DNC - turning it around

     VQR - substantial content

     Women vets - heroes

     Bush - perpetually SNAFU