Jeez, talk about some delegate hangovers.
That’s gotta be it.
I hope that’s it. For their sakes.
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
Jeez, talk about some delegate hangovers.
That’s gotta be it.
I hope that’s it. For their sakes.
Small business people. I checked that box on my GOP volunteer form.
Unbundled contracts? Good move.
On the other hand, we have someone with a Spanish accent talking about the Alamo. History suggests that we white Americans have a grievance about that. I am offended. Well, no, perhaps not.
Why is Rob Portman getting more response than Elaine Chao? Are the delegates hoping to impress Natalie?
He’s a little more fluid of a speaker than Chao; he’s not pausing for applause that’s not forthcoming. You don’t wait for the response and hope your pause will spur it.
Unfortunately, Portman seems confounded by the role of the executive branch and the legislative branch, which is I guess to be expected when one’s dealing with the nomination of the executive branch.
America cannot win in the global business environment; it can only compete effectively, perpetually. Or not. The only way to win would be to amass all the world’s land and resources….
Hmmmm….
Elaine Chao is pausing for applause that’s not coming. How sad. The delegates should drink more.
She’s doing okay, but her personal anecdotes aren’t connecting.
When mentioning the divesity in Bush’s cabinet and government, she gets a bit.
Unfortunately, she’s the Secretary of Labor, and she’s talking about education.
Poor woman, trapped in one of the more obviously superfluous departments and blending its mission with another superfluous department’s.
Bush not resting until everyone who wants a job has one? He’s going to look mighty haggard by election day.
The untold story from the remote from Queens: the fellow that Bush put his arm around? The imperial food taster.
Warning: If you’re watching on Tivo and are a little behind live time, don’t bet against Dick Cheney for the VP nomination. Those mean other bloggers are trying to mislead you and take your money.
I tried to turn Owen of Boots and Sabers onto the CSPAN live Internet feed because it has no commentators.
Unfortunately, that means that all we get during the musical numbers is shots of people on the floor dancing. But that’s refill the booze time.
Now get off my Real feed, Owen; when I was the only one on’t, it was pretty smooth. Now that two of us are using Realplayer, it’s getting a little blocky.
I would like to have seen at least 1 vote for Other just to remind George W. Bush that we would hold him accountable.
But undoubtedly, certain quarters would spin that as the beginning of the fracturing of the Republican party.
I wish Nevada would have passed one more time just so I could see that woo woo wooooo woman with the vast lower lip one more time.
As a wise man once ended a book, And I never saw her again.
No, it wasn’t Roger L. Simon.
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Not bad. Schwarzenneggar/Bush was a different point/counterpoint approach to the evening, which differed from yesterday’s McCain/Giuliani blend. Arnold’s got the immigrant cred, and his speech made me want to do more for my country and for what’s becoming my party.
I almost was ready to volunteer for phone duty at the local Bush Cheney HQ.
Let me sleep on it, though. I did a couple weeks of phone duty as a telemarketing fundraiser (also when I was 22, concurrent to but not lasting as long as my grocery store job), so I have had my fill of people hanging up on me rudely.
Looking forward to tomorrow. Join me here for PachyBlogging3. Same time, same snark, different booze.
Tonight’s was Fat Bastard Shiraz, by the way. RNC blogging demands something more than beer, even Guinness.
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Laura Bush complements Schwarzenneggar’s speech well. She’s defining the country, and the leadership of the last four years, as she defines her husband. A soft-spoken performance to reinforce the rousing we received earlier.
Also, she’s not a bad looking woman.
Heather says if I mention the twins, she mentions George P. Fair enough.
I prefer Barbara.
They didn’t do too well, but they’re just 22. What was I doing at 22? Stocking the dairy section at a grocery store. However, I was doing open mikes, so I would have had better timing behind the mike.
So, honey, how about George “Perfect Teeth” Bush?
Undoubtedly, some critics would say that the cameras are finding each and every minority delegate in the arena, to which I have to point out that it’s still more integrated than a New York Rangers game.
Schwarzenneggar has the cred. He’s an immigrant, he’s self-made, and he’s a Republican. Anything he says, I can agree with.
I do not, however, want to amend the Constitution for him.
Michael Steele could be the first black president. Where can I send my donation for 2012/2016?
Rod Paige gave a fair speech with, um, vanilla platitudes, and then we cut to a video set in St. Louis.
Although I’m not a fan of federal education spending or St. Louis City schools, the video piqued my attention.
Some of those condemned buildings looked neat, and I’ll bet they are inexpensive.
I bet William Lacy Clay, Jr., would like suburban investors coming into his secure district. I was going to call myself a “whitebread” investor, but I am above using racial epithets, even on myself.
Wow, Hasselbeck fumbled a couple times, huh? She looked a little dazed in the pocket and couldn’t read the field. She certainly didn’t elevate the play of her receivers.
Man, I can’t wait for football season.
I’m sorry. Like most of Madison Square Garden, my attention wandered there for a moment.
Bill Frist brags about the new Medicare drug benefit, throwing red meat to his tribe, the Socialist Seniors of America, and then says the Republicans are a party for smaller government.
I keep expecting a cut to a concerned Geordi La Forge in engineering, brainstorming to how he can refactor the Rhetoricon Crystals to prevent the impending space-time rip caused by the paradox.