OH MY Goodness!
5:5
Speaking of seventeen, I notice there are seventeen keynote speakers at the Democrat national digital convention.
I could not bring myself to watch it but I did see a sound bite or two on Fox and was astounded at how subdued the “speech makers” last night were.
The mailman’s son, Mooch, and feel the bern appeared so groomed, handled and practiced it was like watching a soap opera. I half expected the soap music to start playing. It was surreal.
And why was the mailman’s son in a field? Crossroads? Why pan out and show this twit on a gravel road in his loafers and trousers with no crease in them? How very unobamaesque.
Yowza!