… but not in Milwaukee.
The black & white Philco at Blaska Policy Werkes was tuned last night (08-17-2020) to reruns of Gunsmoke, the ones with Chester. Have not, at this writing, seen one second of the Democrats’ infomercial.
The gray lab coasts hereabouts have reason to believe that it was all produced on a Hollywood sound stage, like the moon landing. No spontaneous demonstrations with professionally printed placards. (No American Samoa delegates, either. Dead giveaway!)
Uncle Joe’s Bunker is safer than Milwaukee these days. Especially since Milwaukee fired the police chief who was trying to maintain order and the surrounding police departments pulled out when the city banned tear gas. What is a Democrat(ic) national convention without a song and dance, a little pepper spray down your pants?
Can it properly be called a “convention” if no one convenes? We heard, somewhere in between A.O.C. and Bernie, the ShamWow guy made an appearance. Can anyone confirm? Or was that Bill?
Lock ’em up!
We’re glad the head groundskeeper at the Werkes visited Cleveland, in person, for the last Republican convention. Highlight was accosting Charles Krauthammer for a selfie. (I hate to think the encounter shortened his life.) And Devil’s Advocate hosts Crute and Dom crashing a delegates-only bash.
We still believe Ted Cruz is likable enough. The carnival frog boy could have beat the Hildabeast that year. Or the ShamWow guy, for that matter. Valued souvenir: the “Hillary For Prison” tee shirt. Lock Her Up! (Sigh.) Good times.
National conventions once were must-watch TV. NBC’s John Chancellor signing off “somewhere in custody” as he is hustled off the floor at the Goldwater convention in 1964. Chicago Mayor Richard Daley snarling into the camera as Abe Ribicoff called him out on stage in ’68. Ronald Reagan giving his farewell in New Orleans 1988. (We were there for that one, too.)
Lightning hit the antenna to our TV while Herbert Hoover was speaking at the ’64 convention. Television set made a loud popping noise as it went dark. Puff of smoke. “Figures,” said father Jerome, who grew up during the Great Depression.
For this year’s Republican convention, couldn’t they give Jim Acosta the bum’s rush? On general principle. Computer generate if need be. Canned applause. Coming for you, too, Comey, Brennan, and Clapper. (Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do …?) Lock ’em up. Hunter, too.
Just say No to Bernie? No way!
We do enjoy the New York Times’ rating system. Its heavily biased reporters score various aspects of a debate on a sliding scale — in this case, the opening day of the convention. No surprise that nine of the 10 thought “the night succeeded.” Credit to the NY Times’ Daniel McCarthy for commenting outside the bubble:
“John Kasich … alluded to the real fear voters have that Joe Biden will not say “no” to the far left. Kasich wanted to dispel it, but raising the question at all is dangerous for Biden.”
Blaska’s Bottom Line: We see that Tammy Baldwin (remember her?) was up with a piece in our favorite Madison morning newspaper pledging that Uncle Joe wouldn’t forget Wisconsin manufacturing. (He may forget his name but … ) The man can’t find his way to Milwaukee for his nominating convention? Trump made it to Oshkosh on the Presidential ultralight. How hard can it be?
⇒ Eisenhower won in 1952 by vowing “I will go to Korea.” Biden could vow “I will go to Milwaukee. Someday. If they let me. Or am I there now?”