A speech for one week out
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks at the trees, because frankly, the forest is making me a little nauseated.
Category: rhetoric
Ooh, it burns me up
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts, dimly, to imagine what it would be like to be someone very different.
Bringing a long spoon
In Which Your Humble Blogger somehow forgets to point out that there are just a handful of people who are really good at this running-for-President business, and Barack Obama is much, much better than any of them, so perhaps the rest of us could, you know, shut up for a bit.
There are the known knows, the known unknowns, the unknown unknowns, and the shit you just make up
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks what Senator McCain knows and how he can unknow it.
back in the day, when men and women were free, but you had to pay shipping and handling.
In Which Your Humble Blogger restrains himself from, wait, no, not so much, I don’t, but other people can.
That’s a wrap
In Which Your Humble Blogger won’t get any further behind the convention. Wait, what, there’s another one? Oh, crap.
The nomination itself
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t the only one running late.
Four audiences, one show
In Which Your Humble Blogger breaks down the theater aspect of the convention, if not the convention aspect of the theater.
Democratic Convention, Tuesday
In Which Your Humble Blogger misses a lot, but does get to see one good barnburner.
Democratic Convention, Monday
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t stay away.