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From Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot:
We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don’t protest, we are bored to death, there’s no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. . .In an instant all will vanish and we’ll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness!
From Ann Althouse’s Waiting for Merlot:
Now, I’m watching the final waving, with the family and Sarah Palin. Where are the balloons? I obsess over the balloons. What if they never fall? Obviously, there is a huge balloon snafu. Finally, balloons. Why were balloons important? Ah, why is a speech important?
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damn. it’s posts like this that remind me why I’m saving all my bloggy love for TBogg.
sa-lute.
I actually remember the Media Village Idiots citing (repeatedly) the “failure of the balloon drop” at the end of the 2004 Democratic convention as either “a metaphor” or “an omen” of the terrible, horrible, very bad no good, not-ready-for-prime-time status of John Kerry’s campaign… which is probably why the “issue” floated across the still surface of Althouse’s awareness. Does tonight’s just-as-obvious inflated-latex pause’n’dump presage a similar metaphorically ominous omen for the McCain/Palin campaign?
(As if; as the MVIs will remind us, Republican campaigns can never fail… although they can sometimes be failed, and boy does this particular campaign have FAIL ME stamped all over it… )
Ron Steigler: Ms. Althouse, uh, my editors and I have been wondering if you would consider writing a book for us, something about your um, political philosophy, what do you say?
Althouse the Gardener: I can’t write.
Ron Steigler: Heh, heh, of course not, who can nowadays? Listen, I have trouble writing a postcard to my children. Look uhh, we can give you a six figure advance, I’ll provide you with the very best ghost-writer, proof-readers…
Althouse the Gardener: I can’t read.
Ron Steigler: Of course you can’t! No one has the time! We, we glance at things, we watch television…
Althouse the Gardener: I like to watch TV.
She has taken a vow of bumbling nugacity.
Boy, Ann’s just going to eat it up if there turns out to be anything to the Walter Reed Middle School backdrop hypothesis.
What she’ll be eating up… no comment.
I’m thinking she cracked open the second box of wine around 9:02. Just a hunch
OK, so this was shining moment to the sucky start of another workaday.
Waiting for Merlot… you crack me up!
Ann Althouse once again demonstrating the meaninglessness and futility of (her) life.
From Sarah Palin’s Levi-a-thon:
“Life is like a pitbull with lipstick: nasty, brutish and short.”
Annie
Thanks. I always miss the obvious. The balloons do resemble sperm.
Boy is this a pagan ritual!
They eve have the Pagan Earth Mother Huntress Fertility goddess Hot Gilf on hand.
It would probably win the election if they had an orgy while they were showered with the simulated sperm.
No! Wait! The sperm are made out of latex simulating condoms and representing birth control. The Fundies would slaughter them on the spot.
Now THAT would be a show!!
PAGAN!!!!
The balloons dropped, but Godot never showed.
That’s Just What I Said
That this woman actually teaches our young is truly frightening.
In honor of the occasion, Ann used a balloon glass, as opposed to sucking straight from the spigot.
Oh the tragedy. Someone had layed down Trig in a bunch of balloons before the big drop. POW! POW! POW! PLOP!
V.O.: ONE HOUR BEFORE THE OPENING OF THE FINAL NIGHT OF THE REPUBLICAN NATIONAL CONVENTION, DISGRUNTLED RON PAUL DELEGATES SECRETLY SWITCHED THE BALLOONS USED FOR THE CLOSING CEREMONIES WITH INFLATED TROJANS PARTY-PAK CONDOMS! LET’S SEE IF THE WINGNUTS NOTICED!