Day 2 of the Republican National Convention has come and gone.  We had a spirited performance from Fred Thompson, a man who earned a reputation during the primary season for being a tremendously lazy campaigner ("can I have a round of applause?").  We had Joseph Lieberman sounding a little like Kermit the Frog on valium.  We had W. appearing via satellite, a moment which reminded me of the ending of "The Cask of Amontillado."  Above all we had Republicans.  Republicans basking in their Republicaness, wallowing in their party identification like neutered cats sun-bathing on the windowsill.   It was a glorious night to be a Republican.  We were reminded, lest we had forgotten, that John McCain endured countless hardships as a POW.  We were reminded, in case we had just emerged from a cave or a coma, that abortion is wrong.  We were reminded, in case we had only now been gifted with the faculties of language, that John McCain is a maverick.  We were told sternly that the media is against us and has crassly desired to ask questions of our new standard bearer.  We cannot allow this, she must remain in the Crystal Fortress until she can robotically repeat our talking points.   All of which begs the question: What if you are not a Republican?