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For reasons that would take an annoyingly long time to explain, I’m currently living in a house without cable television. So I really have no idea what is going on at the convention other than what I learn from Google Reader. And, unless Google Reader is lying to me in a most hideous fashion, Cindy McCain’s speech tonight was atrocious. Says Megan McArdle:
Cindy McCain scares me on every level. She broadcasts “trophy wife” in full HD, her plastic surgeon clearly has serious problems with impulse control, and her speaking style seems to have been developed for reading essays on “Why I Love America” at the eighth grade Arbor Day Assembly. And her one-on-one interviews are worse than bad. She delivers her answers with a thousand-yard-stare reminiscent of people under alien mind control in B movies. And just as in the B movies, there’s something vaguely, puzzlingly off about what she says. Have you met any people yet on your visit to Planet Earth?
This has nothing to do with whether or not you should vote for John McCain, of course; a world that endured Raisa Gorbachev can presumably take Cindy McCain in stride. But I wish she hadn’t been given a full half hour.
Holy crap. That’s the meanest (funny) thing I’ve read all day. And I’ve spent, at a minimum, twelve hours surfing the web in all its various incarnations. Kudos to you, Miss McArdle.
Living current politics like I’m a scholar studying an Early Roman emperor is one thing; trying to follow sports the same way is brutal. I love ESPN’s Gamecast, but having to watch the first game of the season as stats on a Flash programmed IE window? Kill me now. Even worse is trying to follow The Andy Roddick/Novak Djokavic match. Freaking brutal.
