Of course there would be fun aspects that come with attending a Republican National Convention. Like taking a drink from a flask every time someone says “God” or “terrorist” or “global warming is a hoax created by the Chinese as a money-making scheme,” but in general I believe it would be hell on earth.
For such a beautiful, well-made film, I hated every second of Valley Uprising. There’s no question I have a near-paralyzing fear of heights, but watching people like Alex Honnold (pictured above) scale a 3,000-foot sheer rock face with nothing more than ballet shoes and talcum powder made my stomach turn over endlessly. Did I forget to mention they don’t use ropes or other safety measures? Ummmm, no thanks. Not today, tomorrow, or any other I still have left here on terra firma.