I’d say he got a smattering of light applause. And he tried really hard for that with a cloying story about the question his little seven-year-old asked him immediately after 9-11. “Are you going to have to go to war, Daddy?” She stamped her two little feet to make him answer, her big brown eyes looked at him beseechingly, her little heart was sad, said Daddy Pence. Jeesh, it was stomach-churning and typical Pence who is a master of obsequious, unctuous remarks.
In addition, he gave Trump no credit at all for focusing on helping veterans and reforming VA healthcare. He only referred to their commander-in-chief. Trump wasn’t even named. Pence is in love with himself—all that perfect white hair, carefully coifed; and his boyish face. He thinks he’ll have a future once the dust settles and Trump is gone. He’d better think again.
Geebus... talk about tone deaf