As big winds blew in to meet the hot air in St. Paul, surely someone other than I looked up and thought, "Hmmmm... if there is a god, I suspect that he's pissed". It ended up being the convention goers most likely when there just wasn't enough devastation to distract from their behind the hands whispering. And that's when it really got interesting so I grabbed a bucket of popcorn and Pepsi and a box of snow caps and settled in for the new day and night time soap.
Here's what we have so far: Campbell Brown has won my heart as the girl reporter with pluck, Nancy Pfotenhauer is the duplicitous bitch with an oily past, Tucker Bounds is the ineffectual man that just might surprise us, Nicolle Wallace is the keeper of the porcine faith while constantly crying wolf, and Sarah Palin is the Victim. No, not Bristol Palin. I think that Bristol is actually the MacGuffin.
The theme song to this entertainment? Eurythmics' "Paint A Rumour", of course.
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