“Lee Atwater couldn’t have written a better script for the Democratic National Convention that just ended in Charlotte. The Charlotte fiasco was a less violent version of the fiasco in Chicago in 1968, except the lunacy was now inside the venue, not outside. . . .

Then Julia Rodriguez, a credentialed convention delegate from New York (but waving a Puerto Rican flag and sporting a button seeking statehood), said on camera she “would like to kill” Mitt Romney. The unseemly radicals chanting in the Chicago park were now inside the hall in Charlotte. . . .

I was reminded of a Voting Rights Act case I tried in Mississippi where the United States actually put up nearly identical evidence to demonstrate the rotten racial intent of a Democrat operative named Ike Brown. “Keep Hope Alive, Vote Black in ’95,” was his message. That sentiment isn’t confined to the bowels of Mississippi anymore. . . .

But booing God will be the image from the Charlotte fiasco that will last longer than all the rest. This week, America saw a new kind of Democrat party, one totally unmoored from the long cultural traditions of Democrats and Republicans alike.

The Charlotte screenplay borrowed from the Gospels, where delegates weren’t content to deny God’s return to the platform only once. Three times they yelled – “NO!! NO!!” – not me, never heard of the guy.

At least Peter felt ashamed after his three denials. I doubt very much the clowns captured on TV standing and yelling “NO” as loudly as they could feel any shame. And because Los Angles Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa literally had the single vote and predetermined outcome scripted on his teleprompter, it makes you wonder who’s doing these rewrites.”

“Lee Atwater couldn’t have written a better script for the Democratic National Convention that just ended in Charlotte. The Charlotte fiasco was a less violent version of the fiasco in Chicago in 1968, except the lunacy was now inside the venue, not outside. . . .

Then Julia Rodriguez, a credentialed convention delegate from New York (but waving a Puerto Rican flag and sporting a button seeking statehood), said on camera she “would like to kill” Mitt Romney. The unseemly radicals chanting in the Chicago park were now inside the hall in Charlotte. . . .

I was reminded of a Voting Rights Act case I tried in Mississippi where the United States actually put up nearly identical evidence to demonstrate the rotten racial intent of a Democrat operative named Ike Brown. “Keep Hope Alive, Vote Black in ’95,” was his message. That sentiment isn’t confined to the bowels of Mississippi anymore. . . .

But booing God will be the image from the Charlotte fiasco that will last longer than all the rest. This week, America saw a new kind of Democrat party, one totally unmoored from the long cultural traditions of Democrats and Republicans alike.

The Charlotte screenplay borrowed from the Gospels, where delegates weren’t content to deny God’s return to the platform only once. Three times they yelled – “NO!! NO!!” – not me, never heard of the guy.

At least Peter felt ashamed after his three denials. I doubt very much the clowns captured on TV standing and yelling “NO” as loudly as they could feel any shame. And because Los Angles Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa literally had the single vote and predetermined outcome scripted on his teleprompter, it makes you wonder who’s doing these rewrites.”