I would like to give an objective review of the Democratic National Convention and President Obama’s nomination acceptance speech last night, but the fact that I can’t be objective will come as no secret to anyone around here…Some will be surprised but I have to admit that I was disappointed with the Convention – but probably not in the way the readers might think.
My disappointment wasn’t in the fact that they stripped certain language out of the platform, thereby unnecessarily angering religious people so much that they put it back in while booing God three times, it wasn’t the references to Republicans as Nazi’s (not even the comment likening Nikki Haley to Eva Braun by the cartoon character that is the South Carolina Democrat Party boss, Dick Harpootlian), not the celebration of gay marriage (of which the First Gay President is a recent convert) or even the death cult ritual of supporting taxpayer funded abortion (written in the platform).
None of that generated my disappointment.
Because I expected it.
No, there was nothing new here that we didn’t already know about the Democrats. The support for homosexuality and abortion are as foundational to contemporary Democrats as free enterprise is to Republicans. Their lip service to religion as they display open antipathy toward it is also common knowledge; even the leftist tilt to their rhetoric is not a recent development. Chronicled as well is their lurch toward communism and radicalism – as J. Christian Adams writes today:
“The young radicals of 1968 have become the old radicals who now control the Democrat Party. They put on a convention this week characterized by incompetence, radicalism, and race.”
What did disappoint was how off key the whole affair seemed.
You see, I expected radicalism – and got it, of course – but what I didn’t expect was the muted quality of the entire affair. It was as if this was the 200th performance of a Broadway show where the lead was down to the understudy’s understudy’s cousin once removed. It felt tired, like they were just going through the motions because they had sold the stupid tickets and in spite of the weather forecast, the damn audience still showed up.
Obama’s speech was the same. He seemed to be phoning it in. Even this line, one I’m sure was designed for impact, was flat:
I’m no longer just a candidate. I’m the President.
Maybe Obama and the Democrats think that they have it locked up and this convention was just something that they felt that they had to do as a procedural matter. Maybe they were only playing sound bite bingo with their main constituency, the media – if so, they missed that mark terribly given some of the media comments that the Romney camp has helpfully collected…
Of course, the MSNBC crowd thought that it was the greatest thing since sliced bread – but as I have said before, those sycophants retain so much blind Obamalove that that if he walked out of a Rose Garden cookout with a skewer of barbecued babies in one hand, a teenage prostitute’s decapitated head in the other, was wearing a cloak made of Michelle’s skin and a bloody paper hat made of the original U.S. Constitution, it would still be the Republicans fault. To them, he’s as much purity and light as Bush was evil and darkness.
What bothered me the most was that the whole Convention almost had an atmosphere of defeatism hanging over it. Most of the participants were just screaming about their own agendas and maybe that was it – what we saw was a lineup of people promoting individual agendas that Obama promised to take care of and didn’t. When it came to Obama, they almost appeared to be trying to defend the indefensible – and they knew it.
There was even a big a cloud of dread and defeat over Obama as he delivered his message of “I now pinky swear that I will do all those things that I promised that I would do in my first term and didn’t.”
That cloud was as big as the horrible, lightening filled, Katrina-esque imaginary cloud over the Bank of America Stadium in Charlotte last night.
Somehow I expected more fight, more Muhammad Ali and less Peter Rabbit.