I’ve spent three days at Tory conference. Now I know what death feels like
Years ago I was invited to a Bill Clinton fund raiser by a friend who is a big dollar bundler. I declined. He assured me I would not need to pony up the $25,000 per "plate." I assured him I would not, and still declined. He was flabbergasted that I would not want to spend time with a luminary like Bill Clinton. I was flabbergasted that he would. It was quite a night of flabbergasting. In the end, I had no desire to experience those few minutes of hell, actually sitting through the tedium of having a glib, carnival barker assure me he felt my pain in the most convincing manner, only the next day to prove he didn't.
While hell may be people, it definitely is a gathering of dogmatic politicians. Welcome to hell Deacon.