2008 Democratic National Convention 2008: The wackiness begins!
At the conclusion of the Olympic games I found myself without an outlet for my patriotism. Seemingly my only options were to either create macaroni flag pictures for my bedroom walls or join the Army, and I don't know if you've heard, but there's a war on! Luckily, the good old Democratic Party decided to throw a big party in Denver this week. Hooray for America! Who's ready for some fun, huh?
A hat is a great way to show fellow convention-goers and avid C-Span viewers what you believe. Here a woman in a stars-n-stripes print cowboy hat wants you to know that she sees Obama in America's future and she couldn't be happier (unless I'm misreading her facial expression--she's either overcome with orgasmic patriotism or preparing to chew the face off of the hapless cameraman snapping the shot). It's a worthy effort, but I'm not impressed.
Now there's a message I can get behind. I don't know what this young woman is trying to say exactly, but her hat is ten times wackier than Ms. Obama Hat's hat. The wackier the hat, the more you care about your issue, therefore, the more I care. It's scientific, people! Read a book.
Here's another example of Big Wacky being better (i.e., funnier) than Small, or Kinda, Wacky. Some hippies really went all out with this expression of protest. Now even God Himself can see their message and join the rest of us in ignoring it. If the Democratic National Convention is, in fact, destroying unborn children though, they need to knock it off. Unless it's for a good cause.
Food has gotten wackier too, albeit, in name only. This just goes to show you that some of America's brightest creative minds can be found in the sidewalk wiener distribution industry.
And here's a convetion-goer enjoying a thick, sloppy...HOLY SHIT! What the hell is that on her shoulder? Chucky in an Uncle Sam costume? A wiley leprechaun sent by Ireland to steal our secret plans? A primordial dwarf on assignment for the Maury Povich Show?
John Legend and the Democratic National Choir were okay, but I preferred the musical stylings of these two brothers who brought the crowd to its feet following a lovely medley of patriotic tunes. (This, unfortunately, never happened)
Corn Hat! A classic move from Iowa.
My personal favorite conventioneer thus far, but hey, who knows how many more whack-jobs, weirdos, and Kennedys will show up--the DNC is just getting started!
A hat is a great way to show fellow convention-goers and avid C-Span viewers what you believe. Here a woman in a stars-n-stripes print cowboy hat wants you to know that she sees Obama in America's future and she couldn't be happier (unless I'm misreading her facial expression--she's either overcome with orgasmic patriotism or preparing to chew the face off of the hapless cameraman snapping the shot). It's a worthy effort, but I'm not impressed.
Now there's a message I can get behind. I don't know what this young woman is trying to say exactly, but her hat is ten times wackier than Ms. Obama Hat's hat. The wackier the hat, the more you care about your issue, therefore, the more I care. It's scientific, people! Read a book.
Here's another example of Big Wacky being better (i.e., funnier) than Small, or Kinda, Wacky. Some hippies really went all out with this expression of protest. Now even God Himself can see their message and join the rest of us in ignoring it. If the Democratic National Convention is, in fact, destroying unborn children though, they need to knock it off. Unless it's for a good cause.
Food has gotten wackier too, albeit, in name only. This just goes to show you that some of America's brightest creative minds can be found in the sidewalk wiener distribution industry.
And here's a convetion-goer enjoying a thick, sloppy...HOLY SHIT! What the hell is that on her shoulder? Chucky in an Uncle Sam costume? A wiley leprechaun sent by Ireland to steal our secret plans? A primordial dwarf on assignment for the Maury Povich Show?
John Legend and the Democratic National Choir were okay, but I preferred the musical stylings of these two brothers who brought the crowd to its feet following a lovely medley of patriotic tunes. (This, unfortunately, never happened)
Corn Hat! A classic move from Iowa.
My personal favorite conventioneer thus far, but hey, who knows how many more whack-jobs, weirdos, and Kennedys will show up--the DNC is just getting started!
