The Democratic National Convention: Strength, service, toughness for the future, and our children, and diversity. Two Americas! And shove it!
I suppose I ought to write a little something about the Democratic National Convention, since I've been watching it on-and-off these past three days. So far, nothing has impressed me aside from Barack Obama's electrifying speech on Tuesday night. That kid's going to be a star if the Democrats ever get in the habit of running their bright young faces for President instead of their wonky old men.
But dear Lord, what was the deal with Robert Kennedy, Jr's speech on Wednesday afternoon? It sounded like he was trying to shoehorn a half-hour speech into a ten minute timeslot, pauses and nuances be damned. Was his speaking time trimmed at the last minute? Or did he seriously think that this was going to play well on TV? Hell, I don't think it even played well in front of the party faithful. He violated the first rule of convention speaking: give your minions plenty of chances to cheer and applaud your ostensibly acidic barbs.
Anyway, I don't know what inspired Kennedy's oratorical trainwreck, but when you take a gloomy enviro-doom message and infuse it with a hurried pace, fumbled words, and an increasingly hoarse voice, it's going to scan as the ramblings of a deranged nutcase. Democratic officials may be vetting the texts of these speeches, but there's not a whole lot they can do to control the manner in which the texts are delivered. If that wasn't apparent on Monday after Barbara Mikulski's squawking had mercifully ceased, it should be now.
To a lesser extent, this also applies to Al Sharpton and Dennis Kucinich, who rounded out Wednesday's trilogy of nutjobs. I've been following the convention on C-SPAN, and they do no favors for these jokers by running ads for C-SPAN 2's rebroadcast of John F. Kennedy's 1960 acceptance speech. Kennedy understood that if you're going to shout your speech, you've got to make it sound like you're not yelling at the audience. Sharpton doesn't. But hey, it's nice to see the medallion-wearing black man and elfin peacenik wings of the Democratic Party represented in such a prominent fashion. That's true diversity.
Also, there's a Canadian speaker, Jennifer Granholm. Not a bad-looking bird. Has a funny way of saying the phrase "good jobs" as though she were complimenting her dog on a well-executed fetching. "Good dog, good boy...good jobs...now roll over..sit! Sit, jobs, sit! Good jobs!" I don't remember much else about her speech, though. It was pretty dull.
"How great was Teresa Heinz-Kerry last night?" That was the question posed by John Edwards in his VP acceptance speech Wednesday night. Not that great, I'd have to say. Andrew Sullivan dissects her speech here with his usual precision. I don't have much to add, except that casting "Shove it!" as a feminist call-to-arms typfies what is wrong with feminism: the celebration of bitchiness as a virtue.
Edwards rebounded from that opening flub and delivered a smooth speech that wasn't the home-run I thought it was going to be, but still a solid stand-up double. The talk of dependency on our demilitarized foreign allies unnerves me, though. I wonder if the Democratic Party is in denial of the fact that, no matter how many or few of our emaciated friends are on board for future wars, America is going to be doing the heavy lifting. Do we want foreigners to like us or do we want to get the job done with a minimum of bickering over which European femme-ocracies (Britain notwithstanding) are going to send us 50 troops? Bush, I think, knows the right answer, even if he doesn't understand that Republicans are supposed to be fiscally conservative. He still doesn't have my vote, but he's light years closer to it than that terminal cipher Kerry.
-Dave O'Connell
