One of my favorite things about political conventions has to be the huge balloon drops at the end. The speeches may be impressive or disappointing or may even make me angry, but the balloon drop never fails to amaze me.
[Purely personal note: Folks who know me in real life know that I am pretty much against balloons for very young children. Most parents do not watch them closely enough, and popped balloons can be hazardous. Latex balloons can provoke serious allergies. And almost every balloon encounter comes to a bad end. Either the string becomes loose and the balloon flies away, or the balloon pops and the child is unhappy. Or the child goes to sleep with his or her beloved balloon rising high in the bedroom, its string safely attached to a little weight. And the child awakens only to be greeted by a deflated balloon drooping on the floor. I think balloons should not be given to children under age five or six.]
But I love balloons for adults. Like bubbles, balloons make adults act silly with glee. And I believe we are all better for acting silly now and then.
[All photographs taken from the Internet. I did not actually attend either convention.]
Massive numbers of red, white, and blue balloons are dropped from
nets high above the arenas at the close of each convention.
And the grown-ups become children again
No one has more fun than former President Bill Clinton
The Republican candidate is more subdued and stately during the drop
But the Speaker of the House joins in the fun
So what happens to all those balloons after the convention? They are popped in a rather primitive manner. Sticks of varying lengths are equipped with tacks and the workers slowly proceed through the area popping the balloons one by one.
Wouldn't that be the coolest job ever? So much better than bubble wrap, don't you think?
Can you just imagine the continual pop, pop, popping?
I suppose it loses its charm after a while.
My friend suggested they turn loose dozens of terriers.
Boston, Scotty, or Jack Russell, they would make efficient work of popping the balloons.
And the political parties could charge admission and raise more money.
Seriously. I would pay a concert admission price to see a room full of terriers popping all those balloons.
I must admit I definitely have a love/hate relationship with both conventions. But few things make me laugh more than a group of adults running for the highest offices in our country turning into little children again. Batting and kicking balloons while grinning the entire time. And having such fun over such a simple thing.