welcome to the show. check your brain at the door, please.
I've been pretty steadfast in telling people I watch very little of the conventions. I tend to go for the re-caps on MSNBC with Joe Scarborough and Ron Reagan, or I'll pull up a speech transcript the following day.
Having just scanned the transcript of Arnold Schwarzenegger's speech, I feel vindicated. His speech embodies all that I hate about election year politics. In his time on stage, the governor of California, reduced himself, his party, and his platform to a disjointed series of cliche movie lines and Ah-noldisms.
"Terminate terrorism....girlie men....I'll be back..."
I could only stomach so much before I had to look away.
This election should be about Iraq. This election should be about stem cell research. This election should be about the economy.
Instead we have to choke on the bullshit fed to us by Swift Boat Liars, Karl Rove, and now The Governator. What's worse is it's working. The strategy is clear: pander to the lowest common denominator, use small, simple catch-phrases, and throw as much mud as possible. Why? Because there are enough disengaged voters out there who could tip this election. As for the mud, well, even if some sticks, that means it worked.
Politics is getting dumber and dumber. Just once I'd like to see the candidates be brave enough to avoid cliche talking points and the desire to get the perfect 10-second sound bite.
That's why I don't care for conventions. They are celebrations of simplicity, of style over substance, or idiots wearing stupid costumes. I fear my IQ would drop 30 points just by attending one, to say nothing of having to listen to the Fundraiser in Chief stumble through the big words.
Hurry, Nov. 3rd. Hurry.
Having just scanned the transcript of Arnold Schwarzenegger's speech, I feel vindicated. His speech embodies all that I hate about election year politics. In his time on stage, the governor of California, reduced himself, his party, and his platform to a disjointed series of cliche movie lines and Ah-noldisms.
"Terminate terrorism....girlie men....I'll be back..."
I could only stomach so much before I had to look away.
This election should be about Iraq. This election should be about stem cell research. This election should be about the economy.
Instead we have to choke on the bullshit fed to us by Swift Boat Liars, Karl Rove, and now The Governator. What's worse is it's working. The strategy is clear: pander to the lowest common denominator, use small, simple catch-phrases, and throw as much mud as possible. Why? Because there are enough disengaged voters out there who could tip this election. As for the mud, well, even if some sticks, that means it worked.
Politics is getting dumber and dumber. Just once I'd like to see the candidates be brave enough to avoid cliche talking points and the desire to get the perfect 10-second sound bite.
That's why I don't care for conventions. They are celebrations of simplicity, of style over substance, or idiots wearing stupid costumes. I fear my IQ would drop 30 points just by attending one, to say nothing of having to listen to the Fundraiser in Chief stumble through the big words.
Hurry, Nov. 3rd. Hurry.
