OK, ladies and gentlemen.

I’ve seen all of the Republican National Convention I can stomach. I won’t be watching any more of it. I saw a good bit of it Monday night.

It’s one and done for yours truly.

Now, none of this is a surprise to anyone who reads this blog. My mind is made up. I do not need to see Donald Trump make his special appearances each night of the four-night convention. I won’t listen to his allies proclaim that life is good on his watch. I know better. So do you … I hope.

We’re in the middle of a pandemic. Donald Trump didn’t cause it. However, the deaths of 177,000 Americans should be on his hands. Why? His pitiful initial response to the pandemic has produced far greater rates of infection, illness and death than imaginable in the world’s most technically advanced nation.

We’re all but isolated these days. At least my wife and I are living almost like recluses out of fear of getting infected by a virus that, um, can kill us!

So, you see, life ain’t so good on Donald Trump’s watch.

Of course, there’s also all the rest of it. The lying. The innuendo. The trashing of our international alliances. The name-calling. The incessant Twitter tirades. The bizarre revolving door in the administration.

Nope. I’m done with this RNC.

I now intend to do whatever I can to ensure this guy loses the election and that we can elect Joe Biden as the next president. And spare me the dark, dismal predictions of dark days ahead. No way it can get any worse than what we’re experiencing at this very moment.