The Olympics of political self-adoration

I would be remiss if I didn’t comment on the Democratic National Convention last night. (It’s what bloggers do.) Some notes:

* Nancy Pelosi was a surprisingly bad speaker. Who keeps electing this woman? I’m looking at you, San Francisco.

* PBS rocks. Yes, my only choices are that or the networks but PBS was almost as good as CSPAN for just showing the speeches without a lot of blabbering. Although they did interview Jimmy Carter and he blabbered a bit. Is he losing it or is it just me?

* It was also weird to see Brian Williams talking to an extremely old-looking Tom Brokaw. Why is everyone suddenly ancient? The river of time flows on….or something.

* I’ve never been a Ted Kennedy fan, but even I was moved that he was able to speak at a time when he has terminal brain cancer and has been undergoing chemotherapy. It’s the end of an era we’re seeing here, which isn’t a bad thing, but it’s sad that it had to be this way.

* Michelle Obama blew me away. Dang, she’s eloquent! (More so than me, obviously.) Seeing her mom overcome with pride was almost too sweet.

* Kids are cute but they can throw a monkey wrench into your carefully choreographed satellite conversation.

* All those Clinton supporters better get onboard the Obama train, and pronto. Seriously.

Onwards and upwards with the most over-the-top, drawn-out, bright, shiny segment of a democratic political process ever.