Show me what an energized base does not look like!

[Plaid Adder]

In the immortal words of the typist from T. S. Eliot's classic "The Waste Land," well, now that's done with and I'm glad it's over.

I don't think that went very well for him. He sleepwalked through the domestic agenda section at the beginning--perhaps because his entire domestic agenda is 'cut taxes, privatize, and hope you've bought your own tropical island by the time the bills come due'--and only perked up when he started talking about killing people. A couple demonstrators got in under the radar. And the crap he slung at the end is the same crap he's been slinging since before the war in Iraq started.

Mainly he looked relieved when it was over with. The crowd didn't look that excited either; they liked the confetti and whatnot, but there wasn't the same buzz and crackle you felt from the convention floor in Boston.

I can't imagine anyone who was not already planning to vote for Bush deciding he was going to do it based on watching that. If this is the best they can do--and we have to assume it is--then I think they're in big fucking trouble.

C ya,

The Plaid Adder

[camby]

1. The crowd's reaction was lukewarm

I even noticed a grim-faced few who weren't applauding at all. Nothing at all like Boston.

[truebrit71]

3. Yep..there were more than a few that looked quite glum...

..there was very little energy in the hall, he fumbled his way through the speech, the applause was thin and forced...

They are in some deep shit if this crowd represents an "energized" base...

Next stop...the debates..I can't WAIT for Kerry to explain to bush and his numbnut believers how a bill works and "I voted for it before I voted against it" shows a staggering lack of knowledge of basic parliamentary procedure...

If bush has this much trouble reading a script he has worked on for days and days in front of a partisan crowd he is going to get his ass handed to him in the debates...

See ya down on the pig-farm george!!

[mckara]

2. Hollow Men Apply, As Well

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar