I have one lingering question about the Democratic Convention: How in the world do those delegates deal with the hackneyed segue music and not lose their shit?

How do you groove and swing to “Celebration”, “Shout”, “Proud Mary”, and “Beautiful Day” after 4 non-stop days of the muck? I watched and felt sorry for these folks. It was as if a legion of wedding DJs from the banquet halls of suburban Chicago held them hostage and there was no running away.

I know I would have cried.