The kids are watching Spongebob, which is significantly more edifying that the live feed from the CNN website of the Democratic National Convention that my addiction to politics compels me to watch.
Admittedly I was moved by the comments from the Midwestern factory worker who lost his job and watched as the Republican-led national government gave him the finger. So he returned the favor and signed upwith Obama.
But the sight of the huge crowds of delegates and lay folk thronging Mile High Stadium as they wave American flags to the beat of Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the U.S.A.” is, well, disturbing. It was weird when Reagan did it, but then I doubt the old fucker ever listend to the lyrics. I guess I assumed that Democrats were more familiar with Springsteen’s protest against social indifference to Viet Nam War vets. Seeing the crowd shake their hips as Springsteen sings “Sent me off to a foreign land/ To go and kill the yellow man” — looks like I guessed wrong.
They’ve moved on to John Lennon’s “Power to the People.” Bit more “on message” I suppose. What, not “John Sinclair” or “Woman is the N—-r of the World”? Yeeeahh…probably not.