I was in the area and thought I’d swing by and see what was up, and if given the opportunity, punch Ann Coulter in the twat. (I considered taming it down to “stomach,” but “punch Ann Coulter in the stomach” just isn’t as funny.)
All the complaining about the convention wasn’t evident anywhere near the Fleet Center. Automobile traffic is always a bitch there, and since it was completely blocked off, pedestrian traffic was without constraints. And if the people of Boston weren’t grizzled and hateful, we could’ve all burst into song and dance on Canal Street and not interfered with anything.
I took a bunch of other pictures and indulged in a bit of self-important commentary. If you care to check it out, you can find it here.