I watched the Republican National Convention. The two things I took away from it:
- Ryan and Romney are as interesting as licking cardboard
- Paul Ryan likes to tell whoppers
How the "planners" ever let the convention proceed as it did amazes me. The quality control--completely lacking.
If these no good sons of bitches get elected I have self appointed myself as the head of the committee that will jump on a Learjet on inauguration day and eventually end up in Zihuatanejo.
And it occurred to me, only a few hours ago, that there probably was some backroom dealing concerning the idea of Clint Eastwood promoting his new movie as the real reason he stood up there and acted like an idiot.
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