DNC 2008

Watching the Democratic National Convention makes me realize how often I hear myself say,

"remember. remember that they don't know you. there are ideals, and there are convictions. and there are promises. and there are ways of making you talk. so you don't know. meet all of it with a squinted eye, and a good memory of the past. it will return."

I am registered, for the first time ever, as a Democrat. I have always hated the fact that America, which basically guarantees personal choice(to a point), has only 2 agendas for the masses to decide upon. Now, don't get me wrong. You could always vote Libertarian. Or Green. But what is that gonna do for you.
More than I would know. I've never done it. Unspecified. Or whatever it is they've said I can be, when I had to shame myself into a choice. But not this time. Now it is mine.
This past Friday I found myself at a colleagues', when news broke that Obama's running mate was going to be made public soon. There was a whisper of a printer in the American desert that was running Obama/Bayh bumper stickers.
Now my colleague is a Libertarian hippie. And we both know that our friend here is a true American. His stocks are traded with the efficacy of baking a pie. (tip: remember to let it cool $) Old school Bush guy. And we both knew that there was no way it was gonna be a Bayh ticket, unless they had finally jumped the rail.
A Bayh ticket would become the damsel chained to the El tracks. On The Loop. With McGovern waiting at the Daley Plaza, sobbing.
But that was not the fact, was it.
Joe Biden. Damn right. We finally have a ticket old grumpy can get behind. Hard nosed assholes know each other. Sit back, and enjoy the ride.
So, as the high Denver air intoxicates all the NY delegates to a feverish, hasty pace, I leave you with the comments of my aforementioned colleague Chris Matthews. Later.


Or give up things like night clubs? And steaks?

- MSNBC coverage of DNC '08