The untold story from the remote from Queens: the fellow that Bush put his arm around? The imperial food taster.
PachyBlogging, Day3, Part V
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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.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part III
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.
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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.
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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.
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See What You Made Me Do?
So I get 1000 hitz and 1 t-shirt order? You’re making me do naughty things, including dramatic recreations of hypothetical situations wherein Jessica Cutler’s twin sister Monica were to model JC T-Shirt’s Visualize World Hegemony t-shirt:
Note that this is only a dramatic recreation, and no Visualize World Hegemony t-shirts were harmed in the creation of this dramatic recreation.
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Mail Call
Received an envelope with a touching flier featuring underfed, ill-clad waifs, and I was ready to write a check to whoever was going to feed those poor children.
Until I realized Sports Illustrated was offering me an opportunity to purchase their endless line of 2005 swimsuit calendar products.
What kind of sports do these foals participate in? Wearing a flag on their heads and marking golf holes?
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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.
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MOR of the Same
Of course, I hear the Bowling for Soup song quoted below on 93X, which is Adult Alternative Music.
Which is one step from Easy-Listening Alternative Hits of Yesterday and Today.
Maybe less. Perhaps 7/10 of a step.
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Good Morning, Middle Age
Yea, verily, I quote from the book of Bowling for Soup, and the prophets saith:
Debbie just hit the wall
she never had it all
one Prozac a day
husband’s a CPA
her dreams went out the door
when she turned twenty-four
only been with one man
what happen to her plan?She was gonna be an actress
she was gonna be a star
she was gonna shake her ass
on the hood of Whitesnake’s car
her yellow SUV is now the enemy
looks at her average life
and nothing has been alrightBruce Springstein, Madonna
way before Nirvana
there was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV
her two kids in high school
they tell her that she’s uncool
but she still preoccupies
with 19, 19, 1985
Of course, for we in Generation X, riding in the slipstream of the sonic Boomers, 40 is only the end of adolescence these days. Thanks, sixties generation. Now grow up so we can.
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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.
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Speaking of Whores
Don’t forget to visit JC T-Shirts for the best in casual wear, including the world famous Visualize World Hegemony t-shirt:
(Hi, Instapundit readers! Thanks for stopping by! Forget hitting my archives, hit my t-shirt shop instead.)
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Rumor
“Did you hear that Washingtonienne is going to be in Playboy?” my beautiful wife asked.
“So I heard,” I said.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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Pachy Blogging, Day II, X
Michael Steele could be the first black president. Where can I send my donation for 2012/2016?
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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.
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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.
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