"Blah blah blah blah blah blah Bush, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Bu-u-ush, oh blah blah Bu-u-ush"... RIP Keith Moon, who died 9/07/78

Ok, it's become obvious that I have to act on this promise to divulge my notes from the RNC NOW, as time is lapsing as I continue to avoid the act of compiling them, and the convention (as well as the air of rebellion that surrounded it) is quickly becoming a distant memory. That fact is sad, as we still have 60 days to go in "the most important election of our lifetime", and people already seem as resigned to the inevitable fate of "4 more years! 4 more years!" as Red Sox fans are believed to be numbed by that neverending chant of "1918, 1918". Well, take a gander at the Red Sox, are they wilting to the pressure? Hell no, they're making an historic run against the powers-that-be (Yankees) by George (Steinbrenner) and so must be by George (W). It seems that it took the sound thumping of the Bush Bombers and all that terror talk to snap Kerry out of his malaise. The only thing it seems that could put an end to that swift Boat nonsense was Kerry making a swift return from Vietnam to the present. Remember, that crap we had in NYC last week was just a convention, ala the Shriners or the Loyal Order of the Water Buffalo and the Grand Pu-bah or whatever, it was not the General Election. The Good Ole Bush Boys tried hard to make you think that, taking cues from Clinton 8 years ago, the Academy Awards, Grammies et all, as though this was the final awards show to a blockbuster season... well, it wasn't. They could beat and drum and thump and rat-a-tat-tat all that lying lofty loopy language into our heads for a week, but we still have 2 months to get the get our heads straight. So, without further ado (and before this lengthy lead-up leaves me with nowhere to go but down), I bring you the Democrater Waiter Buffet Report from RNC in NYC 2004: scribbled, dribbled and civil (libeled?)