The untold story from the remote from Queens: the fellow that Bush put his arm around? The imperial food taster.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part IV
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.
PachyBlogging, Day3, Part II
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.
PachyBlogging, Day3, Part I
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.
That Makes Me a Baby Genuis
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:
- Kicks Bob Greene while Greene’s starting to get up from being down.
- Deploys the rhetorical flourish of so-called to earn his pay as a wordsmith.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, Summation
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.
Rumor
“Did you hear that Washingtonienne is going to be in Playboy?” my beautiful wife asked.
“So I heard,” I said.

Pachy Blogging, Day II, XIV
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.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, XIII
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?
Pachy Blogging, Day II, XII
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.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, Part XI
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.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, X
Michael Steele could be the first black president. Where can I send my donation for 2012/2016?
Pachy Blogging, Day II, IX
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.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, VIII
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.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, VII
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.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, V
The blogger pin-up Erika Herald talks about faith-based initiatives.
I am all in favor of them. Instead of government-funded programs, not as government-funded programs. They’re effective because they have extensive contact with the people they serve, and because people serve to salve their souls, not to maintain six figure salaries and to keep themselves in conference-in-exotic-locale tans.
Detective McDonald is warming to his speech and is doing well, too.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, IV
Who the heck is Dana Glover?
What, was Danny busy?
Pachy Blogging, Day II, III
George P. Bush, one of the little brown ones, does well enough. Diversity in the GOP? Hell, there’s diversity in the Bush family, for crying out loud.
When he cuts to Spanish at the end, it reminds me of watching Star Trek: The Motion Picture dubbed in Spanish during a high school Spanish class. A stream of Spanish dialog until someone refers to a character by name, when the original actor’s voice breaks in with the very American pronunciation, “Spock.”
Pachy Blogging, Day II, II
Cut away to the Bush twins, facing each other, leaning closer….
Oh, yes.
Now, if their grandmother would get out from between them. She’s ruining the effect.
Pachy Blogging, Day II, I
Elizabeth Dole goes into the wilderness and returns with some meat for her tribe.
How family values is Liddy? Her husband was senator from Kansas, and now she’s senator from North Carolina. Ladies and gentlemen, the Doles slept in separate beds in separate states. Either that, or Liddy is a carpetbagger.
But she’s our carpetbagger, so that makes it all right?


