Could David Duke have picked a better prime-time speaker for tonight’s Democratic convention than Al Sharpton? The only thing worse than Sharpton’s barking screed – which Doris Kearns Goodwin, in a rare moment of lucidity, compared to nails on a chalkboard – was the delegates’ reaction: euphoria. After watching this sorry spectacle, I’m quite happy that the Democrats renounced the antiwar movement. I only hope these imbeciles cheering Sharpton find the next four years of Bush-Cheney even more excruciating than I will. And as I watch that slick little creep (and Bush operative) Ralph Reed on Chris Matthews’ show now, I know the next four years are gonna be hell.