My friends….
The Convention.
Oy.
Jesus, that was longer than a Matlock Marathon and with 40% more old people. Years from now people will recall that listening to the whole thing felt like being trapped in a tiger cage for five and half years.
Let’s see, there was the close shot of McMegan McCain watching her dad accept the nomination and McMegan tears up while thinking,
I’m going to be a princess and I’ll never have to work! Princess Megan. No, Princess Meg. No. No. Princess Sparkle Rainbow ChargeCard. Eeeeeee! Awesomeness. Maybe Mom will buy me this little Piper girl for a toy. I can dress her up and everything. I mean, it’s not like these trashy Alaskimo people are going to miss her. They make babies like Krisy Kreme makes donuts. Ooooo. Donuts! Eeeeee! Awesomness!!
People were chanting U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! a lot so John McCain must have been in the Olympics or something but you’d think he would have mentioned that. Then again, old people are always forgetting things….
John McCain had on a shitload of makeup and some kind of industrial strength spackle to fill in his nooks and crannies as he was wheeled out onto the special stage that was built to accommodate his iron lung. Later he spoke of fighting for America until his dying breath so we’re going to pencil him in up until next Thursday, around noon. After that we’re on our own unless we can count on Caribou Barbie who killed her a b’ar when was only three… just to see it die.
I didn’t see the earlier speakers like Lyndsey Graham because I was watching a Will & Grace repeat so, really, it was kind of a push.
I did get to see former prisoner of war John McCain walk out on the stage coming from the light which is kind of ironic considering what is going to happen next Thursday around noon.
Maybe it was just me, but it seems like former prisoner of war John McCain was talking an awful lot about running against the Republican Party which was applauded by the delegates who were supposed to be Republicans, so it is entirely possible that former prisoner of war John McCain walked into the Ron Paul convention by mistake. Old people are cute that way.
It took awhile before former prisoner of war John McCain finally got around to telling the story of how he became a prisoner of war so it was kind of like a concert by a band that only has one good song and you had to listen to a whole lot of filler and b-side shit and Jazz Odyssey before they get to the good song during the encore and you could finally get your lighter out, hold it up and and yell "Aaaa-ooo! Freebird!"
I have to admit, the film tribute to former prisoner of war John McCain was pretty awesome:
…and I bet you thought the "s" stood for Sydney.
(bumped up for reasons of my own)
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Later he spoke of fighting for America until his dying breath so we’re going to pencil him in up until next Thursday, around noon.
Of course, if Old John McLame *is* found dead next Thursday (possibly with snowmobile tracks imprinted upon his crushed & pasty body) the Secret Service is going to want a word with you, my friend…
Thanks TBogg.
John McCain had on a shitload of makeup and some kind of industrial strength spackle to fill in his nooks and crannies…
Waaaay too much blush. Or maybe he just had a hot toddy, or a B-12 shot before they rolled him out. Or maybe he brushed up against the moosehunter…. Whatevah, he looked embalmed.
Bears?
Like polar bears? Like there are a lot of in Alaska? She was Governor of Alaska, you know.
I think you know where this is going.
“I shot a moose in Juneau, just to watch him die…”
Lindsey Graham? Will and Grace? What’s the difference?
Caribou Barbie FTW.
Agreed, though it was all wonderful.
Damn, now I just have to have one of those Caribou Barbies!!! I’ll display right next to my Trailer Trash Barbie and Ken.
I especially liked… no, wait.
It all fucking sucked.
The mavrick sign? Note that it was made by campaign volunteers and staffers, not by actual attendees, including the pictured human easel. And they both look so damned happy about it too.
The quote is part of an e-mail from a friend. She is NOT one of your typical “Flaming Libruls” that regularly hang out on the Intertubes. She is a MOM from a SMALL TOWN full of FUNDAMENTALIST X-IANS, near a major MILITARY BASE in the SOUTH–in other words: McGimpy’s Peeps!
Teh Stoopid, it burns, it burns!
By the way, the RNC had a team of poor spellers equipped with poster paints and cardboard right there in St. Paul to make those hating-hands-at-home signs to distribute to the delegates. I can’t imagine trying to board a plane with one as a souvenir, can you?
Caribou Barbie and AIPAC Ken.
(’Cause we all know Barbie just brought Ken along to haul her shopping bags from the mall to the Pink Barbie Convertible.)
Y’know, Randi Rhodes just said that one of the signs read “Ameirca.” Oh, look, there it is! (11 seconds in)
Nooooooooooo! You’re right!
About the tiger cages: Teh Google
says that tiger cages were an American method of torture, not Vietnamese.