I couldn't do it--I couldn't actually LISTEN to the words proceeding like mangled baby ducks from the mouth of that smirking, Alfred E Neuman pretender--so I put the TV on mute. It worked well, and gave me the chance to formulate two moderately-germane thoughts re: this convention.
1. I sense latent Democratic leanings in the signmakers. The signs waved by so many of the front-row camera shills--the ones that read "4 More Years"--seen from a distance, appear to be missing the "More". Which, when you put aside the nightmare aspect of the wishes being expressed, would be factually more accurate.
2. I wonder: Do the BuSh twins, having namechecked Outkast as a way to impress all us young voters with their impeccable hipster credentials, remember a certain OTHER Outkast song (you know, other than "Hey Ya")--a certain other song with lyrics obliquely critical of dear ol' Granddad's first sortie into Iraq?
"Don't pull the thing out/unless you plan to bang...
(Bombs over Baghdad....)
Don't even bang/unless you plan to hit something....
(Bombs over Baghdad....)"
--"B.O.B", OutKast, 1999
Of course, since "B.O.B" didn't land on the Clear Channel post-9/11 banned list, maybe they've never come across it. (I'm fairly sure "Hey Ya" represents the whole of their OutKast knowledge. After all, there's that scary BLACK man--even if he DOES wear nice outfits.)
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