Night Two of Pageantry

On Monday night, your trusty Dig reporter was relegated to the press gallery, and spent an hour and a half trying to find the damn booth for rotating floor credentials, being sent up and down the stairs, getting a different answer from every DNCC staffer. It made my thighs slightly stronger and the ball of rage in my stomach significantly heavier. It made me wonder how the Dems would run a country, when they can't credential a reporter. But last night I found the magic booth and got onto the floor, so all is forgiven.

Bus Full of PUMAs

Yesterday, I was buying a drink at the gas station, when a woman asked the clerk for directions. I told her I could direct her, since I was headed that way.

"Where's your car?" she asked.

"I'm walking."

Remember Mitt Romney?

The war room The Republican Party War Room HQ are in the backside of an office building?? Off Speer Boulevard, with dilapidated cardboard "McCain" signs pointing to the parking lot. But the inside, covered in posters showing a cartoon Barack Obama and the slogan "A Mile High, an Inch Deep," and "Not Ready 08," along with huge American flags flanking the main desk.