A friend from Pennsylvania send me the following email. I liked it a lot. I suggested she start a diary here. Instead, she gave me permission to post it. So let's give her a big welcome and see if we can encourage her to post more.
Here's what I wrote following McCain's speech:
I watched Sweeney Todd and the Republican National Convention on the same evening and it's a tossup as to who disturbed my sleep more: Tim Burton or John McCain.
Razors being stropped or McCain blaming Washington for the nation's woes; apparently this "mavrick" [actual spelling from sign waved about at the convention] is telescoping the distance between himself and the current president (who will not be named), begging the question: isn't McCain Washington? (If not, then where did he get all this experience he drones on about?)
Throats being slashed or losing count of how many times McCain used the word "fight."
Bodies dropping down chutes or protesters being dragged away while Republicans chant USA USA USA, thus demonstrating a complete lack of understanding of the U.S. Constitution.
Savory meat pies going into the oven or McCain, the adulterer, being touted by his wife as the most honorable man she's ever met.
The images of blood flowing into a London sewer or McCain never mentioning conservation in reference to freedom from foreign oil, all while inciting a pro-drilling frenzy.
Johnny Depp as Todd lifting his chin for the coup de grace or watching McCain eke more political currency from his ordeal in captivity (an ordeal which I respect) and painting himself as an "imperfect servant" of his country--too busy to remember how many houses he has, too busy trotting his mother out (and, folks, if you think I'm old . . .)
Both are nightmarish. Click.
Well said, I think.