I lied I watched the circus. By way of Hurricaine Frances, torrential rain and severe flooding in Virginia (as in even the squirrels have life preservers and rowboats) left me housebound Monday evening and I was left to tune into none other than the Republican National Convention. A quick parenthetical: My reasons for avoiding both Democratic & Republican National conventions have nothing to do with politics, but are purely due to my gnat-sized attention-span.

Amidst moans of displeasure from a fellow Democrat family member, I caught a bit of commentary tossed between some anchor whose name I've forgotten, Richard Norton Smith (Presidential Historian), David Brooks (New York Times), some nondescript woman academic and a few other terribly decrepit-looking white men with unmatching ties and toupees, who (coincidentally) could double for South Park cartoon characters. Ambra's commentary: The Republican National Convention needs a stylist on staff. Badly.

Over the course of their commentary on the convention thus far, one of the decrepit South Park characters in particular started referring to presidents George Bush Sr. and Jr. as "Bush - The Father" and "Bush - The Son". Part of me was waiting for him to indentify the third member of the Bush trinity as "Bush - The Holy Spirit".

I pleaded with him through the television screen to please stop doing this, but he aggressively continued. Old decrepit anchorpersonman, if you're reading this, don't ever do that again. Bad choice of terminology if you ask me.