I made the mistake of hanging around to listen to Michelle Obama do her best Evita Perron impression. All of the outrageous claims nobody else can say, the wife can get away with. The sickeningly sweet, “Oh, he’s so wonderful,” stuff that has nothing to do with the actual campaign. The further she went, the closer she got to script-perfect tears.
“… great people like Hilary Clinton…” Because we’d better placate the Hillary supporters before they sabotage this entire thing…
“… and that’s why I love this country…” Really? I thought you hadn’t been proud of this country until last year?
“… and I think about someday they’ll have families of their own…” Um, I thought your husband said babies would be a punishment to your daughters, which is why you support abortion? Do you think that message will encourage them to give you grandkids?
“… every child should get a world class education from preschool to university…” Oh, great, I sense another gigantic government spending program coming up to cover for parents who don’t/won’t raise their kids properly. Plus, you don’t really mean every child, only those who are lucky enough to be born.
“… those military families who say grace with an empty seat at the table…” What the heck do you know about that?!? Should we note that more than 90% of military officers will *ahem* not be voting Democrat? Or the fact that most of us joined the military with the knowledge that this would entail overseas deployments?
“… the current of history meets the new tide of hope…” Is insane narcissism a requirement to be a Democrat? I might use this phrase to talk about Christ’s birth, but not about yet another liberalism-as-usual self-aggrandizing politician.
The super-saccharine, “Hi, Daddy!” routine with the Obama kids is going to make me sick.
Why did we need Michelle Obama’s brother speaking? Well, he’s black and a basketball coach, so that gives Obama some black credibility, right?
And if we can’t talk about Michelle Obama, why do the delegates on the floor at the convention have pre-printed signs for her? I thought she wasn’t to be discussed?
And what the heck did any of this have to do with electing a president?!?
The pundits and the Democrats keep talking about how the Obamas need to put the American public at ease, especially that ignorant working class. Of course, we’re all just nasty racists who are scared of people who are different than us, and we need to have our heads patted and to be reassured by our would-be parents, the Democratic party, and told that it’ll all be ok. Then, once we are thus enlightened, we will fall at Obama’s feet like everyone else (and, if we don’t, our opinions and reservations about the Great Obama’s empty facade don’t matter, because we obviously hate him for his name and for being black… except that he’s biracial, but let’s ignore that).
So, tonight, Michelle Obama sashayed sweetly out on stage to present the kinder, gentler image she’s been working on lately. “I’m just a regular girl,” she gushed. She did her best to look normal, average, etc. Never mind that the Obamas both graduated from Harvard. Her dad died from MS complications, so I guess that makes her an expert on the failures of the health care system, too. And I really detest it when black women murder their hair (and their very young daughters’ hair) to try to make it look, well, white. I guess it’s supposed to enforce the, “Hey, we’re just like you!” image.
Ok, you’re obviously NOT just like ALL of us (otherwise, you wouldn’t be standing on the platform at the Democratic National Convention), so why don’t you do something useful and explain why you think your differences have suited your husband to be president?
I saw a sign in the audience, “Vote for hope.” “Hope” seems to be a recurring theme in this campaign.
It reminds me of an incident when I was in the navy. I was the officer of the deck (i.e. in charge of what the ship was doing and the actual driving) and we had a large merchant ship that was going to be a problem if it didn’t turn. I called up the captain to discuss the situation and my plan for it, as required. “Captain, this is the OOD, we have a merchant off our starboard bow, but we’re hoping he’ll turn north like all the other merchant ships have, which would make him no longer a problem…”
“Kath,” the captain sighed, “Hope is not a course of action.”
Obama’s campaign keeps reminding me of that reply.
At the end of the night, all we seem to know is that the Democrats love themselves (we knew that, thanks) and that Barack Obama is both the next Messiah and just a regular guy.
Excuse me while I go find some wine.
EEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I thought Susan Esterich couldn’t manage to look any worse! (My husband is yelling something about Yoda in a blond wig with pearls…) If you’re going to be on national tv, please, please let the makeup people help you…. I’ve got to learn to just walk away from the coverage, sometimes.