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So it ends.

This is the first convention I’ve watched. I am sorry I didn’t see the Democrat convention this year so I could have more personal compare-and-contrast details, but perhaps in four years I’ll remember to pay more attention. If I can remember this resolution tomorrow, when I have pulled the shades and crawl into this office to complete a work day.

I endorse George W. Bush for president, for what it’s worth; I don’t know whom I might convince to vote for him. The best I can hope, I suspect, is to inspire someone who would lean in that direction but who would normally be to lazy to vote.

Perhaps one day, I can attend a national convention, not as a blogger, but as a delegate from my home state. Some of this will depend on the loosening of the social conservatism of the Republican Party, and some will depend upon whether they have an open bar.

Thanks for stopping by. God bless you, and may God bless America.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog inanity, already in progress.

Dammit, I said Lee Greenwood, not Lee Ann Womack.

Freaking cellular phones.

George W. Bush: Summation.

Was it the speech of his life? I don’t know. I haven’t seen them all.

He covered all the bases: foreign policy, domestic policy, past, present, future; himself, with perspective and humor, and his office. He knows the Republicans in the hall and in the nation don’t agree with everything he says and does, but he hopes you respect him for his principles and for his ability to stick to them.

I do, Mr. President, I do.

I would say “O Captain, my Captain,” but:

• I’m not a Whitman fan.
• I’m afraid a lot of people would think it was an allusion to Dead Poets’ Society.
• This is no occasion for an elegy; I hope our journey has only reached the midway point.

George W. Bush.

Damn kids, unfortunately many who will vote unwisely, would think “There is a time…” alludes to the Byrds.

It’s the Bible, dudes.

“Here buildings fell; here, a nation rose.”

That’s a line worthy of a framing poem, so it can resound in anthologies for the ages. The Kipling who put it in a speech deserves reknown.

George W. Bush.

The self-deprecating humor, regarding Arnold correcting his English and his Texas “walk” humanizes him greatly.

Unlike certain other elements of American political society, George W. Bush and others I admire recognize their foibles and can occasionally laugh about them.

Does Franken mock himself? I’m not asking rhetorically; I don’t know. I don’t listen to him.

George W. Bush.

We hold these truths to be self-evident….

The address reaches beyond petty contemporary concerns well.

We’re with you, Georgie the Kid!

Crap, random Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure allusion. Sorry. Won’t happen again.

George W. Bush.

He’s adding historical context, comparing Germany 1946 with Iraq.

“Maybe that person is still around, writing editorials.” Sweet.

Comparing himself (indirectly) to Truman (or perhaps contrasting Kerry with Truman) works. Come to think of it, couldn’t both John Kerry and John Edwards run and succeed in Wisconsin?

George W. Bush.

Not a roll call of states who helped (like Pataki), but countries. Presidential.

Who deserve the respect of Americans, not the scorn of a politician. That’s got to leave a mark.

He respects and remembers even foreign troops.

George W. Bush.

He’s dodged the “nuc-u-lar” bullet so far, but he hit “vee-hick-ulls”.

George W. Bush.

Hey, this dude has gravitas.

You’d expect the major media would comment on this.

George W. Bush.

A test of will. He’s calling out the American street for its fickle nature.

George W. Bush.

10,000,000 voters in Afghanistan. Good to mention this in prime time, although many network anchors are undoubtedly adding footnotes and “context.”

America must keep its word. And when we say, “You’re with us, or you’re with the terrorists,” we better smite those not with us.

George W. Bush.

Oh, it’s Four More Years. Cripes, people, let him speak.