The DNC convention provides these whoppers from the televised background to the quiet place that is my office, and, these are the weary times:
“…soaked in the blood…soaked in the BLOOD…soaked in the BLOOOOD…”
— Reverend Al Sharpton speaking about, oh, blood.
A lot of people have died, Al, of all colors, sizes and shapes.
They all bled, we all bleed.
“…because, he knows, it’s not where you go, it’s who you go with!”
— Mrs. John Edwards references Mr. John Edwards, describing the new permutation of insincerity, purpose and infidelity: focus on appearances, status is key.
“…they’ll respond with the negative…but you can embrace the politics of hope, the politics of what’s possible.”
— John Edwards, defying his wife’s and Al Sharpton’s standard, otherwise burning word holes in the Democrats’ Party of Hate o’Thon (“see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil because we’re overdosed on evil, we’ve seen, heard and spoken so much of it up ’till now”).
“…she worked in the Post Office so we could have health insurance…”
— John Edwards, continuing, about his mother, his values and about the Gets.
“…Hope is on the way…hope is on the way…”
— John Edwards, handing out business cards behind the ambulance.
“…the great state of Oklahoma says Twenty Million Dollars to Edwards…”
“…the great state of Virginia says Thirty Million Dollars to Kerry…”
— the DNC jury in attendance announcing their award.
Err, sorry, forgot myself there for a minute. My quote noting stopped with Janeane Garofalo getting in her predictable “hate for Catholics” rant from the floor, which was the only appropriate situation in time and place of the evening.
Later, on The Drudge Report, on being a cliche.
From ABC, on the effects of a private lunch with John Edwards and employer, apparently. Someone, please correct me if I’m wrong about the employer part.
Tonight, we get Mr. Waffles:
Clogs for arteries! Full of ‘wholes’! Vietnam! Roll camera!
Wait, CUUT. Roll camera again! Extreme close-up, it’s WafflesNSyrup.
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