Tuesday, July 27, 2004
May all your dreams be wonderful
So I'm watching the Democratic National Convention last night, and for a while all is good. The speakers are all fairly interesting (who thought Al Gore could actually be funny?) and the music was sufficiently lame as to be appropriate for mass consumption. Then Bill Clinton came on, and all hell broke loose.
Don't get me wrong, Clinton was definitely in the zone as far as speechmaking. It was the camera shots that I had a problem with. It went a little something like this...
Bill Clinton: Blah, blah, blah.
Audience: Applause.
Bill Clinton: Blah, blah, blah.
Tom Brokaw (hushed golf voiceover): The democrats have gathered the heavyweights for this evening.
Bill Clinton (continuing): ...blah, blah, blah.
The camera cuts to Jerry Springer. Jerry fucking Springer, democratic heavyweight.
Me (in my best Sam Kinison voice): Aaaaaaaahh! Owww! Aaaahhh. Make it stop!
Back to Clinton.
Clinton: ...blah, blah, blah.
They cut to him at least one more time during Clinton's speech, accomplishing something reading the Hannibal Lecter trilogy could not, completely ruining any chance of nightmare-free sleep for the next month. Jerry Springer. Dear god. There's a face to win over the independent vote.
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