The Who are playing the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia tonight.
And Tommy is about to be coronated King of America. It doesn't get much more ironic than this. The generation that thought it invented the greatest challenge to blind obedience to authority and mind control has utterly succumbed to both and is about to elect a figuratively blind deaf and dumb candidate to lead this nation into the abyss.
If we weren't living it, it would be theater. But we are. So it's tragedy on a grand scale.
Update: Of course, it ain't over until the fat lady sings ...
I tend to post negative but I'm not ready to roll over yet.
(No, I'm not bi-polar ... there aren't enough poles to define my mood swings in this election)