…about the coolness factor of political conventions, and it ain’t pretty*:
In the hierarchy of coolness, politics sits at the absolute rock-bottom. I would rather be caught wearing a hooded brown robe and casting a 10th Level Spell of Enchantment against a chaotic good half-elven Ranger, than be standing in a sea of uptight dorks and declaring to the world, “Mr. Chairman, the Great State of Nebraska, home of the Cornhuskers and latent sexual frustration, nominates John Kerry to be the next President of the United States!” And the crowd goes wild! No, no one actually says, “And the crowd goes wild!” because there’s no decent color commentary for political conventions. It can’t be that hard. If a couple of schmoes from ESPN can make the NFL draft seem exciting, surely hiring the likes of John Madden and Pat Summerall could make any political convention more appealing than a local Shriner’s gathering at the airport Hilton.
Also, I don’t want to over-quote, but non-Republicans please note: what he says about Republicans and the American flag is damn funny (the phrase ‘like a star-spangled burrito’ was used). Read the whole thing, as we Reynolds zombis say.
(Via Dean)
Moe
*Interestingly enough, most of the feedback I get on this blogging thing is “So. When are you going to stop slumming and go back to doing something useful with your free time?” Not that I think that I’m slumming, but it’s sort of amusing.