An Afternoon With The President
I saw President Bush at the XCel Energy Center in Saint Paul today, along with the Elder and Saint Paul and Captain Ed, as well as my son Sam, and Drew, the son of Paul from Wog's Blog.
First, some observations. Then, the conclusions.
- I was expecting a horror of lines, searches and metal detectors. In fact, the HUGE lines on Kellog and Seventh moves very fast, and all in all it was a lot easier to see the President than it was to get on an airplane the last time I flew.
- The cops all had gas masks in musette bags belted to their right legs. I'm presuming this was in case tear gas was used - the cops were also warming up their riot gear as we waited in line.
- Laura Ingraham, the MC for the day's event, did not shoot flames from her eyes. She was pretty sharp, however. And I had no idea that she used to clerk for Clarence Thomas!
- We got some amazing...er, not seats. We were in the standing area, on the floor. Good news; we were probably fifty feet from the President. Bad news; we stood there for nearly four hours by the time we were done
- I think Ingraham was amazed at the welcome Senator Coleman got in the building he built; as she started her intro, a deafening chorus of "NOOOOORRRRMs" basically made any introduction moot - and she knew it. Coleman gave basically the same speech he gave at the MNGOP state convention - "the Top Ten Reasons to Vote for George W. Bush". It's a good stump speech, and you an expect to hear it a bunch more in the next 76 days.
- Oh, yeah - I hope someone sends Al Franken a tape of the welome Coleman got. Maybe Franken'll stuff a sandwich in his mouth and stay in New York.
- Randy Kelly is one great person; we're lucky to have him for a mayor. If I were Michael Savage, I'd wish on the air that the mental midget DFLers who are picking him to death in the City Council would choke on tainted clams and die. Fortunately, I'm not Michael Savage, so all I'll do is do the best I can to re-elect him.
- The Secret Service agents were mostly wearing sportcoats, open-necked shirts, and no sunglasses, which surprised me. They did, however, look all business; beyond that, the female agent downstage right during the President's speech was incredibly hot - sort of like a Nia Vardalos who can rip your arm out of its socket, which is a very good thing. If you have contacts on the Secret Service, please pass the word.
- The protesters outside as we left seemed downright disappointing by comparison. One flyeaten little moron stood at the corner of Eagle and Kellogg yelling "Re-elect the fascist!". "Yeah", I yelled. "Bring Back Hussein! Bring Back the Concentration Camps! Bring Back the Rape!". He skulked away in a cloud of patchouli. Perfect end to the day. Little scumbag.
The speech? The President gets knocked for being an inarticulate speaker, and he's no master of the language. But when he relaxes, he has the great political gift of being able to give you the feeling he's connecting with you, individually, throughout the audience. I felt like I made eye contact several times - and I suspect of the 20,000-odd people there a good percentage would say the same thing.
He stated his case the way he does it the best; simply, directly, and without embroidery.
And I'm starting, for the first time, to get the feeling that Bush can win this state; it's for certain that Kerry can't make any assumptions.
Wish list: Next time, the NARN should broadcast live from outside the event.
Posted by Mitch at
August 18, 2004 08:41 PM