Well....we can count on one thing this summer...

that as the democratic national convention draws closer that the Boston Herald will try it's darndest to make it an unpleasant, degrading, and appalling a experience for one and all.
Last week's headlines (including the curiously vague "CROOKS FOR KERRY") would have us believe that a swarm of locusts and flying monkeys is bearing down on the City intent on picking the joint clean when they aren't whimsically blockading the roads.
There are but three ways to approach the looming DNC; grin-n-bear it, make lemonade, or whine and wail like bitch-ass punks.
The Herald has decided to go all out for option three.
Usually Humble Elias attributes all this mishaugas to the demented pseudo conservative politics practiced by the teeny tabloid. The truth is however, Massachusetts is rife with toxic levels of self loathing-the Herald is simply giving our ritual masochism a loud truculent voice.
We didn't used to be like this.
Twenty years ago, the Bay State was a low mortgage wasteland a tumble-down paradise whose only export was education.
The Commonwealth was a wretched place to live in some ways but we had our pride.
Then came Mr. Dukakis' fabled high tech revolution and the "knowledge workers" (oh that neologism Orwellian!) started staying and staying and staying driving up home prices and feeding the frenzy as to why the Red Sox can't win a World Series?
Those knowledge workers with their debts and their sun decks became Messr's Weld, Cellucci and Mitt's most cherished patrons. An insecure naive' lot...nourishing electoral prey for the endless march of unscrupulous governors who had abused the state nigh these fourteen years.
Our lack of self esteem has been the state GOP's main chance.
Whereas before we used to wonder if the county had enough money in it's budget to fix the traffic lights on the Middlesex Turnpike now we muse as to where our next bike path is coming from...
Thinking like this, breeds envy and contempt...we aren't as prosperous and hip as New York therefore we must either wallow in suckiness or hand the suburbs over entirely to trendy chic restaurants.
That'll show them!
We've gone upscale but it hasn't done anything for our own self respect as a community.
The Herald is certainly not immune to this sort of self destructive thinking....even as their circulation relentlessly shrinks they can't help telling us all the ways that Boston existentially sucks.
The Globe is no better, between the usual handwringing eunuchs and the agenda driven fanatics Morrissey Boulevard sees nothing but darkness and despair coming out of the convention.
Sad really...once we were proud.
You'd think that the Globe and the Herald would be excited at the prospect...but excitement is like sooo totally unkewl I guess.

Sick
Demented
Typical...