“Like an aging rock star, President Obama, in a downsized venue, with downsized proposal and spewing downsized rhetoric only reminded us how far he has fallen from the heady days of 2008. ” — Jennifer Rubin.
“10:17: The speech ends, and there’s a flurry of confetti. No balloons, because an indoor presentation hadn’t been planned. Obama steps forward and waves. There’s a closeup of his face and I think I see his lip curl with a bit of disgust, and I call rewind and ask Meade to interpret the face and he says: resignation. Subjectively, we think we see in his face that he knows he’s going to lose. Michelle and Malia and Sasha come out, looking perfectly glossy and pretty, and then there’s Biden and Jill and Mrs. Robinson and various other relatives, milling around, waving a bit, and then the long view of the stage shows they’ve clumped toward the rear wall. Why are they huddling there? The shots of the crowd show some ecstatic delegates — all women — and many stolid/dispirited faces — male and female. At one point there’s a hitch in the Bruce Springsteen music — a silent gap — but then it plays again. And now they’re gone.” — Ann Althouse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9O2YOSeVAw
Rahm Emanuel in June: When President Obama arrives the rain stops. — Washington Examiner.
“The president arrives, the rain stops, the sun comes out.” Emanuel said. “Coincidence? I think not.”
“He arrives, the sun comes out, and things are beautiful again.” Emanuel concluded.
Pelosi: Obama can’t control the weather — The Hill.
Rain concerns forcing the Democrats to move President Obama’s convention speech to a smaller venue Thursday night won’t dampen spirits or dilute the president’s message, Rep. Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) said Wednesday.
The Democratic leader said the weather is “a higher power” that the president can’t control.
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph – a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.
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