The Rude Pundit on the first night of the Democratic National Convention.

I’ve channeled The Rude Pundit before. And now I’m doing it again.

See, unlike the incredibly white Republican National Convention, with the uncomfortably wedged-in token people of color, here was the United States that most of us experience on a daily basis, including all those white idiots at the RNC. It is a constant stream of difference, of engaging with difference, of looking beyond difference in order to accomplish everything that needs to get done, whether at the workplace or the school or the grocery store when you just need to pay for your Pop-Tarts.

The RNC’s narrative was based on a fantasy, that the country is made up of entrepreneurs and entrepreneur-wannabes; a bunch of gun-toting freedom-loving men whose wives proudly give birth to whatever children are ejaculated into their wild, untamed vaginas; a white rural fantasia where all anyone needs is to be left alone in order to fulfill one’s destiny; the chimera of rugged individualism never so seemingly at odds with the true day-to-day lives of Americans.

The truth is something so very different and so very messy compared with the neat, white fictions the RNC laid out. The truth is that most people don’t want to start businesses. They want jobs or better lives and if they get it through the government, then at least it’s a fuckin’ paycheck. The truth is that most people won’t ever need a gun, even if they pretend they do. The truth is that this is a messy country, and stories move forward, into a hard-fought and unsure future, even if the GOP is stuck in a flashback to a nation that not only never existed, but could only exist in the most extreme dictatorial state. The RNC portrayed the citizens of the country as being in a locked battle with an evil government, as if the Obama administration was the Assad regime in Syria and they were just meagerly armed rebels, the better to appeal to the knuckle-dragging Tea Party, who were barely mentioned but whose neanderthal gruntings echoed constantly in the speeches. The Democrats, last night at least, called “bullshit” on their war.

And:

Michelle Obama brought the soul. Tonight, Bill Clinton will bring the funk (and, frankly, you can bet that Mitt Romney is shitting himself over what Clinton is gonna say, no matter what the GOP says).