Inside downtown Cleveland’s Quicken Loans Arena, Republicans from all over the country are engaged in a four-day circle jerk of American exceptionalism, and a bunch of the mainstream media is in there to film it. But we’re not. We’re outside, with the real people, sweating alongside protesters and merch hawkers and cops. Jesus Christ, so many fucking cops. And so much sweat.
In less than 48 hours on the ground in Ohio, we’ve gotten sunburns, dehydration, and a lifetime’s worth of sexist drivel in the form of anti–Hillary Clinton buttons, T-shirts, and interviews with Trump supporters who think she’s a “lyin’ bitch.”…
