Convention time equals thousands of cab driver stories.

I was in a cab once, and the cab driver told me that I looked like a sensitive, caring type with engaging eyes, a terrific smile and a personal warmth that touched everyone I met.  Then I turned on the service light and went to find my first passenger.

UPDATE: Apparently, pictures of the mountains in Denver are too Messianic.  I guarantee you this is the histrionic attack that comes out of the convention - Obama’s step over the line from media Messianism to literal Messianism.  God help him if he’s seen anywhere near a loaf of bread.  Oh, wait, “God help him” is redundant.  Lord-made-flesh colloquial redundancy-ass bullshit, that’s what I say.