Most Dewbies probably know that I’m an Australian, so they may understand my bogglement upon viewing for the first time a teevee broadcast of a US political party’s convention. Well that’s not exactly the truth; back in Australia news broadcasts will be showing clips of the proceedings as part of the coverage of the US elections and no doubt Australians will be shaking their heads and muttering “Bloody hell – only in America.” And even that is not exactly true.
For a little while there, back in the 80s as I remember, some PR-wallah had a rush of blood to the head and decided it would be great if an Australian political campaign featured funny hats and pom-pom girls and stuff like that. He thought it would be a good idea, but a lot of his fellow Australians didn’t and the reaction sort of toned it back down again from then on, though I will admit Australian political rallies are now as choreographed as their US counterparts seem to be – only supporters show up and any hecklers that do sneak in are removed. But back to my intro – there’s that bloody Celtic widdershins again – it’s the first time I’ve seen bits of a US convention from only a few hundred miles away and live on teevee.
Mind you, I can’t watch much of it. In the almost four years I have been here I seem to have been exposed to almost constant bombardment by teevee, newspaper and roadside advertisements from would be saviors of humankind (if only we’d elect them); saviors in the guise of sheriffs, magistrates, congresspersons, senatori – the list is endless. So forgive me if I can only take just a few minutes of the televisual feast that is the convention each night, even if it is on public television.
What I have seen though, is pretty enlightening. For instance, Mrs Romney – I’m sure she’d prefer Mrs over Ms – seems not to much value women who aren’t Moms. According to the woman who would be the First Lady of the USA, it’s Moms who hold this country together. She included single Moms – very brave – but not women who are (gasp) unmarried and childless or married but (oh, horrors) without issue.
One of the pundits told me that the opening speeches were to give me an idea of what Romney, the man, was like. He expressed surprise that I hadn’t been given more information on the largesse that the candidate bestowed on charity, namely his church. Since when has a multi-billion dollar operation such as that – and Mr Romney’s church is not alone in this category – been considered a charity?
However, it was early in last night’s proceedings that I received a real shock. I discovered that Mitch McConnell is possessed of a demon. Was anyone else terrified by his icy, bone-chilling stare? Or perhaps he’s not possessed, but a closet Scientoligist who last night attempted mass hypnosis on a nationwide scale? I’m not sure if I really want to know. I’ve never liked the man, nor his so-called solutions to problems, but he has never until now terrified me.
Will the Democratic convention be as enlightening? I’m sure it will and I only hope I have enough courage and stamina left to watch it
Good luck America – you’re going to need it.