The Democrats had an opportunity Monday night to rise above petty Trump hatred and appeal to the swing voters who will decide the election.

Instead, they stuck to their robotic script of Trump bashing, sucking up to domestic terrorists Antifa and Black Lives Matter, and blaming a flu on the president. Andrew Cuomo, whose intellectual respect for the American people seems to have hit a new low, even tried to call the coronavirus the “European flu,” as if his rhetorical change-up could obscure the fact that the flu originated at the home of his party’s Chinese allies.

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In fact, that’s a question that needs to be asked more and more until November. Given they are on the same page on racial unrest, riots, and the flu, are the Democrats actively colluding with the Chinese to change the outcome of an American presidential election? There are numerous financial links between the two socialist entities, especially through Hollywood. Should there be a Senate investigation? Lindsey Graham, are you listening?

To further alienate themselves from the American people, the Democrats trotted out entertainment figures, socialists, and Republican quislings to make their case.

Eva Longoria, as attractive as she is dim, fumbled and stumbled through a stiff script. In the future she ought to leave the emcee duties to someone whose maudlin sanctimony level of 11, on a 1-10 scale, is generally within a non-unintentionally comedic range.

As predicted in this publication, the night came across as a lame telethon for a 19th century German economic disease that even the Chinese have jettisoned for capitalism. The Bernie Sanders dog whistles to his base to not abandon the nominee, as they did in 2016, were almost as sad as the press slobbering over the mundane rehashed platitudes of Michelle Obama. Ever notice something about the Democrats? For a party which brands itself as aggressively feminist, they like to promote women…ahem…who got to prominence only on the coattails of their husbands. Oh yeah, you’ve come a long way, baby.

Then we had, in a ridiculous rural backdrop, John Kasich. A man who looks like someone who never came off a really serious quaalude high, Kasich frowned and sighed his way through a confused jumble of indirect insults directed at the president and weak appeals to Republicans to jump ship. It was like hearing from a junior officer on the Titanic: “Come hang out with us! We’ve got a great band!”

Various other pathetic mouth breathers came and went, interspersed with heavily edited clips of Joe Biden. How do we know they were edited? Because for the first time since God had teeth he didn’t verbally crash and burn or relate a bizarre vaguely homoerotic/racist anecdote regarding his Delaware youth.

If this was Broadway of old, this first night would have been the only night. But there are three nights to go, no doubt all worse than the first. Stay with us for a daily review of the carnage…