As some may know, I live around the corner from a house full of geriatric hippies who periodically throw parties and fundraisers for their favored candidates. These events are among the most wince-worthy functions you will ever see. There's nothing quite as nauseating as seeing 5 or 6 muu-muu clad middle-aged women getting their groove on to "Smoke on the Water" while balding, pony-tailed men with beer guts watch rapturously.

Tonight they are raising money for the Dem convention and they have some kind of theme party. Sadly, it involves a "professional" DJ who is attempting to get them to actually dance. I mean with known steps, rhythm, and while touching each other.

Jesus wept.