Category: Blogging

Tommy Franks.

Choose, and choose wisely. Sounds like the last Crusader.

Remained loyal to their country and loyal to the troops….Unlike anyone in particular?

Wow, there’s more retired brass on that stage than on the floor of a firing range.

Introducing Tommy Franks now.

On one hand, I don’t dig infomercials aimed at groups singled out by ethnic heritage, but I guess it’s important to extend a message of inclusiveness to some people who wouldn’t generally hear it.

On the other hand, I feel smart for knowing just enough Spanish to comprehend all the commercial. Which means I can grasp slogans, but if he’d have gone into detailed policy, I would have been lost.

Hey, congrats to frequent reader and JC T-Shirts Darbo, who celebrated the Republican National Convention by shooting a bunch of doves yesterday. Woo!

(What do you mean “birds”?)

Hello, chicks in tight things?

What convention have I turned on? Or what convention has turned me on?

Brooks and Dunn rock as well.

Let’s end this before I run out of Roman numerals I know.

Return here tomorrow, friends, and we’ll have a grand old party.

Cheney did well.

Some posit a lot of evil in Dick Cheney. An amount of evil I cannot find in Al Gore, Joe Liebermann, or John Edwards, or another mere political opponent.

I’ve always thought of Cheney as competence. Quiet competence in the background.

That’s what I’d like in a vice-president. Just in case.

Cheney’s delivering a calm, focused speech.

Like last night, we get the firebrand speaker, and then the resolved speaker.

Bravo.

Our icons, if not only our leaders, can come from humble beginnings to inspire.

Dick Cheney’s grandparents lived in a railcar. Michael Steele’s mom worked in a laundromat.

Yo, Joe Suburb. Don’t count yourself out of our party if your old man was a director at a pharma company.

Fortunately, though, I get to be one who reaches out from the humble end of the spectrum.

XXX. And I am going to talk about Dick.

Those who bet on the long odds against Dick Cheney for VP, lose.

Lynne Cheney knew Dick Cheney in high school.

We in the heartland can understand marrying for life, whereas some of our coastal “betters” (including those who were from the heartland and who found themselves as our coastal betters do not–hear me, unca Newt?) don’t bother.

Zell Miller really dealt the thunder. ‘Nuff said.

Enumerating weapons systems. Does he read Mark Steyn?

“Armed with what, spitballs?”

Holy, cow. Schwarzenneggar made me want to volunteer for campaign duty.

Zell Miller is speed-dialing my Marine recruiter for me.

Oh, my. Liberators, not occupiers.

Miller’s delivering like an evangelist preacher in an awakening tent, and he’s doing a bang up job.

He understands peace through strength.

He’s not calling Kerry by name (yet), but he’s close.

Where are such statesmen today? Zell, you have to know we’re going to say at that podium right now.

Zell’s on it. It’s for the children’s security, which is our security too.

Unfortunately, he just said “draft.”

They’re piping “Soul Man” into Madison Square Garden.

Am I the only one to remember that Sam and Dave wouldn’t let Bob Dole use that song in 1996?

Sam and Dave “Soul Man” lyrics

Sara Evans rocks.

Thank goodness that they didn’t summon forth the “popular” Gretchen Wilson, no matter how immigrant her name sounds.

Come to think of it, where’s Montgomery Gentry? They did a song called “Scarecrow” sort of like this.

Sara Evans’ “Born To Fly” lyrics
Montgomery Gentry’s “Scarecrow” lyrics

The Step Forward refrain is good.

Marriage is between a man and a woman. Meat for the red crowd, but Romney’s not convincing Andrew Sullivan (no link on purpose).

He’s right about the national anthem reprise; our national anthem is quite the song of standing when assailed by enemies. (Okay, it was the British then, but the sentiment stands.)

Is God Bless You instead of God Bless America more personal? Call in the scholars!