Still the conclusion from an earlier post:
My posts on this blog have generally viewed the Democratic National Convention as something quite absurd; an archaic practice feeding only the voraciousness of politicians and the media for spectacle where spectacle is unnecessary. William Jennings Bryant didn’t even attend the 1908 Democratic National Convention in Denver, where he was nominated to be the party’s candidate for President. Sure times were simpler then. But, in retrospect, it doesn’t take rocket science to figure out how politics has become antithetical to any notions of “We the People…” The people be damned, for the most part, with the machinations of the kind of power politics (read: elite) that sees no problem with spending $100 Million of the People’s money (half to the Dems, half to the Repubs), to put on celebrations, not of democracy, but, rather, celebrations of the monstrous egoism that infects both major parties. What is the point, after all, of providing a coronation, a crowning, an egregiously gaudy investiture for someone who has already captured the prize? Yes, I know, there’s that talk about Hillary pulling a fast one at the convention. Don’t believe it will happen. But, that kind of maneuvering surely doesn’t require a venue–an entire city for Christ’s sake!–and $50 Million of the People’s money.
Actually, if your add-up the $50 Million from the Feds, and the contributed $46.something Million more from fat cats, the DNC convention in Denver cost about $100 Million. Hard to wrap my mind around that figure, that much money. But, the show must go on…
The cops, for the most part, were superb. Lord, when I hiked downtown during the confab, I didn’t even see any cops. They were lurking, of course, off in secluded sewing circles, waiting for some nitwit to spit on the sidewalk, yell “Fire” in a crowded theater, or holler unholy epithets through a bullhorn…witness the Pink Lady being knocked to the ground by one of, um, Denver’s Finest. Be that as it may, I believe a sincere thanks is due to Deputy Chief Michael Battista and Commander Deborah Dilley for their efforts, their time, their blood, sweat and tears expended on behalf of just, well, keeping the peace in Denver during the DNC. And, of course, thanks to all the other Denver Police Officers, with a few exceptions, who simply maintained their cool, did what needed to be done with no excessive posturing–batons, CS gas, dogs, etc.–to assure the Donkey Dance remained a happy time for all.
Thanks too, to the “protesters” who appeared also to keep their cool. Yeah, it seems they didn’t have the turnout expected; seems the bodies anticipated just didn’t have the time or the commitment or the desire to sleep on tartop at the Coliseum to really present much of a presence during the DNC. But, hey, times have changed. It ain’t ’68. Rabid, wild-eyed contingents of young’uns are hard to come by these days.
We’ll have to wait awhile to see what financial benefit accrued to Denver. I’m sure the Hick and minions will ballyhoo the economic boost the Donkeys brought to Denver. And, they should. But, hopefully, most will view whatever rosy picture is painted by the Hick against the staggering cost of the confab. Indeed, what was the net financial result of the whole thing.
Denver, of course, was showcased across the nation, the world in a pretty positive manner. That’s a good thing. Those of us who love this city, could not escape a prideful moment here and there as we saw our city become the backdrop for every media organization who took the time to do just that: Showcase Denver.
So, all in all, it did go well. But the cost… Oh my God, the cost…