The Republican Convention

Good evenin'.

Guess I'd better write a word about the Republican Convention (now over).  Everyone else has.

I did not watch every moment. Let me say that I am a Democrat with Maoist leanings.  We'll get that out of the way first.

The Maoist leanings mean that I don't wholly believe in the power of the ballot box to make the changes that are needed in our world. 

In another way, I am quite conservative.  I was brought up not to throw money down a rat hole.  And I was brought up to believe that it's wrong to go into debt, to borrow when you have not a snowball's chance of repaying, and it's wrong to deceive people about money, to accept bribes,  and wrong to steal.  So you can see that on that measure I have no place at all in any currently operative  US political party (de facto) and its ideas of how to run our country.

I watched most of the Republican Convention watching that I did in the company of my afternoon pals of MSNBC.  Chris Matthews particularly has me heart, the sweetie.  His flaws are just those flaws that have me able to tolerate his company for long periods of time on end.  He can laugh at himself with the same innocent charm that bursts out of nowhere that was shown by the lamented Patrick Buchanan, whom I also loved, though he is now relegated to Sheol by the networks for saying his race is the best and his culture is the best.

Enough of those mixed up conservatives and makeshift liberals, though. Let's get to the convention. I felt sorry for Sarah Palin, who obviously got the shaft, however much she might deserve it.  I was impressed by the speechwriter of Paul Ryan, a person named Scully, I believe....very very very good.  Ryan presented his speech very well and used his mother to best advantage as did others in the speeches with their own poor old worn out  mums.

I missed most of Clint Eastwood's speech, apparently fortunately, as no one has any good thing to say about it. Well, that is the way it is when you are eighty two. No one expects anything decent of you and you generally live up to expectations quite well.

I would not listen to Anne Romney as she spoke about MS and I have a deep fear of neuromuscular diseases.  I would not listen to Condi Rice as I remember her going out and buying tons of shoes on the day of Nine Eleven, and she irks me mightily with her precise talk and her hints of pianistic superiority. And I keep thinking of her working out with George W. in the White House every day in their spare time. My mind runs wild though I won't desecrate these pages with wild thoughts.

So, it came to an end.  I enjoyed watching all those precious little blond kids romping all over the stage...it almost seems right that they are going to inherit the earth.  Oh, and I could not stand Marco Rubio.  Don't know why; I just don't like him.  There was some else there...he gave a big speech too....funny, I can't quite pinpoint who is.  ;)

Anyway the Dems come onstage on Tuesday. I'll probably talk about them too but with greater difficulty as my level of invested hope and disappointed change is much greater there, with my own registered party. YAZZYBEL