In preparation for my NYC sojourn to cover the GOP convention, I’ve made a few minor cosmetic changes to help protesters identify me as a bonafide rightwinger deserving of their earnest, progressive scorn.  Because I wouldn’t want the Starbucks crowd aiming their water balloons and free-range chicken eggs at any innocent bystanders… Oh.  And I’ll be wearing a coat made from the elderly and dragging a cluster of minority children