68 Redux

Boy I can't wait for the Democratic convention this summer. Al Sharpton has already said he is going to mobilize and disrupt it if brother Barack is not crowned by the Super Delegates. And check out these freaks www.recreate68.org (link in title above). And boy don't you know they (the super delegates) are sweating bullets. Crazy Howard has given them the ultimatum to declare by June. But no one in the party seems to take him seriously about anything. But what are they to do? Will they give it to Obama and risk political suicide, and possibly a suspicious death at the hands of some Klinton Inc. thugs? Or do they hand it to Hillary, and risk political suicide, and piss off their bread and butter wackos and special interest groups. They know that they can’t win the White House either way.

So now it’s about whom they need more, African Americans, or Chicks. Poor uneducated white people or over educated rich snots. Who ever the Dems crown the winner, someone is going to be pissed off.

Which should make for good TV this summer. Most of what I know about the 68 Chicago Democratic Convention is from first hand accounts that I read from Hunter S. Thompson. And to me he is the gospel authority. It would be a fitting tribute to the man if this year we see riots in the streets, tear gas being shot, water cannons blasting people, and police knocking heads considering the convention will take place a mere 150 miles from Owl Farm.

Ah, one can only hope. Thank goodness for C-SPAN.