Anti Climax

So, the roll call vote feels more like a game show than a democratic process. It basically goes like this:

Secretary Alice Germond (the host in our little metaphor), says the name of the state, and the giant screen behind her sports the state's name, and how many votes it's been afforded.

            "State," says Germond.

            The state's delegation starts screaming.

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."