To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
Michael Reagan is a professional, and he’s a Reagan. Finally, some life in the crowd.
Pro-Life. I guess there’s no more hiding the babykillers’ choice-killing ways.
An adoptee? Damn, the Republicans will take anyone. Immigrants, unwanted children….. Heartless fascists.
Another Winthrop allusion. Criminey, how come the Shining City on the Hill gets more play than the Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God phrase?
I will not comment on the video.
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This Pennsylvania small business owner Blue Bell keeps calling herself black, which indicates she’s insensitive to minorities.
If she sees her skin color as nothing more than a physical characteristic like height or eye color, she could be a Republican because the Democrats would not have had her.
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Yohanna de la Torres made it to New Mexico in like ten minutes?
Cripes, the moonbats are going to have a tizzy about that.
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Homie alert! A rep from Wisconsin. With cattle on the backdrop. If only they could pipe some of that wonderful dairy-air into the Madison Square Garden.
He’s got a bit more energy.
Why do all the Wisconsin politicians have first names for first names and last names?
He’s trying to recapture a bit of Steele’s “But not John Kerry” mojo from last night.
He’s an earnest anti-Kerry bludgeon.
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Fifth generation family farmer? Sure, the repeal of the death tax is good.
Now, about those subsidies.
At least she spared us the “they’d have to sell the farm when we bought the farm” joke that I could not.
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Jeez, talk about some delegate hangovers.
That’s gotta be it.
I hope that’s it. For their sakes.
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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.
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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….
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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.
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The untold story from the remote from Queens: the fellow that Bush put his arm around? The imperial food taster.
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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.
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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.
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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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Neil Steinberg writes the following about the RNC convention in his column today in the Chicago Sun-Times:
One reason I could never be a Republican is their squeamish view of the world. Everything is dirty, or evil, or forbidden. I tried to watch the start of the convention with an open mind, and wasn’t even irked by the lone theme of the first night — Sept. 11 — as if the American people are too dumb to absorb two ideas in an evening.
During the montage of recruiting-ad-style tributes to the military, I tried not to be bothered by a guns-and-glory view of war that went out of style after Vietnam.
Then they sang the Air Force Fight Song. I’ve always loved that song, with its thrilling opening line, “Off we go, into the wild blue yonder/Climbing high into the sun. . . . ” Then they got to the verse, “Down we dive, spouting our flame from under/Off with one helluva roar!”
Only they didn’t sing “helluva roar.” They sang “terrible roar.” My guess is, a little bowdlerization for the Right Wing, with its horror of profanity, Harry Potter, gay marriage and all matters Satanic and things hellish, or even helluvaish. It’s a philosophy for babies.
With that broad brush, Steinberg demonstrates the “live and dictate condescension” philosophy espoused by…well, not all Democrats because I realize some are not like that. Perhaps we could narrow the focus to Chicago tabloid columnists secretly ashamed of their suburban homes. Or Neil Steinberg, anyway.
He gets paid to write a column knocking the Republican convention. I get to write all I want lauding it, for free, and I can drink all I want on the job. Advantage: me!
Someone who makes it to the end of his column, let me know if he:
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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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“Did you hear that Washingtonienne is going to be in Playboy?” my beautiful wife asked.
“So I heard,” I said.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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