The DNC convention is like my Superbowl. I find myself wanting to make some popcorn and yell at the television screen as the moments pass. Overall, Michelle has continued to rock my world. Hillary was, predictably, self-focused while Bill was, pleasantly, magnanimous. But the old Swift Boat veteran just went for it! Senator Kerry was all of a sudden in his parlor (or some other fancy room) with Teresa, who still looks strangely drugged. He was unabashed and thoroughly d.o.n.e with the inane anti-patriotic attacks hurled at the Democrats by Republicans that feel as if pride in one's country is something that they, as a party, can grant or take away from us at will.
There is something about former Democratic presidential nominees; after toeing the line for seemingly endless campaign months, they emerge fed up with the bullshit and desiring to tell it like it is. Gore went head first into climate crisis and emerged a hero and Nobel laureate. Kerry, an early supporter for Sen. Obama's presidential bid, considerably loosened up and seems ready to counter attack any Republican removal of Obama's (or anyone else's) patriotism.
I almost feel like Obama should wear a Swift boat pin under his lapel. The symbol will be out of the predatory sight line of the press but close enough to his heart to remind him to go full throttle in a way that Kerry couldn't at the time.
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