Dear Diary: I can scarcely contain my excitement as O-Day, [formerly known as Tuesday] approaches, when I can smite my enemies with the mighty sword of my intellect at the Charlotte convention. Even my phraseology becomes more biblical as I lift up mine eyes unto the tiers of chairs from whence cometh the adoration of my subjects. There is even an image of me graven in sand available for idolaters who feel the need for an icon. Hispanics in other words. On Thursday night I will address the nation in my full majestic glory. Surely, in all of history there has never been a man so incredibly gifted and yet so modest.
