Friday, October 03, 2008

Go Auks!

by Tom Bozzo

It's a measure of how lousy the McCain campaign is that not turning in a Couric-level performance (but see) and instead pulling quasi-relevant talking points and zingers off of notecards is supposed to exceed expectations. Confidently-delivered blather is still blather. I don't know about you, the last two people who read this blog, but I'm not less terrified at the prospect that enough of the electorate might be hoodwinked into having Gov. Palin warm Dick Cheney's chair.

At the risk of exposing my Delawarean biases (full disclosure: I was in French I and II with Beau Biden back in high school), Sen. Biden demonstrated that he has such skills as "listening comprehension" that go beyond "nope, not gonna answer that." As Biden is a modern Democrat, those inclined to put the perfect ahead of the good might pick away at some votes even I'd wish Biden had cast another way (AUMF, bankruptcy bill), but the bottom line is that the Good Dems have been the party of good government and Biden was advocating policies that are liable to make the country a better place.

Plus, were there justice, this would blow the whole "maverick" business out of the sky.

By the way, it took me a while to put my finger on what Sarah Palin's debate performance reminded me of, but then it came to me...
I was brought up in a very small town, south of the Chicago city limits. Just far enough away to have been peopled with pure, unadulterated white trash.

And because I was one of so many children, I don't believe that anyone noticed when I blew town at 15 and ended up in San Francisco, California.

And it's at this point in my story that the dark clouds part because I met a certain Mr. Wiseman, who gave me a job in his shop.

And before long, he tapped me to do some small roles in some of his short films for more mature audiences.

And before long, I had landed, if you will, some leads and then I started to do some cameos.

Well, I was known for doing a certain thing that many of the other girls
wouldn't do.

Of course, I loved to sing, ever since I was a little girl.

And I learned to play the ukulele in one of my last films, Not So Tiny Tim.

And based on that, my world opened up because I was invited to join the re-formed New Main Street Singers.

And that's where I met my man, and before long I was the new Mrs. Bohner.

Ain't that something?

No video, alas, but Jane Lynch's sublime performance there had the essential feature that you need to slow down and listen to what's actually being said to appreciate the horror.

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Thanks for coming the web for me. I'd miss all the juicy (and OMG!) bits if I had to find them myself. I still come here hoping to see your posts :-)
I knew you mentioned being Beau Biden's classmate; here's the buzz in DC...
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