Musings from Brian J. Noggle

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.

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.

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.

Who the heck is Dana Glover?

What, was Danny busy?

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.”

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.

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?