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July 28, 2004 The second day of the Democratic National Convention carried on without a hitch, although it lacked the glamour of Bill Clinton’s charismatic speaking. The Clinton torch, however, was passed on to an equally capable man, the future Senator from Illinois, Barack Obama. I cannot recall ever seeing a young candidate such as Obama who I would honestly vote for right now if he ran for President. Obama has that something. Howard Dean succeeded in shaking up the crowd, falling into his old game of listing off states to be conquered, though I was sad to see he didn’t think to scream at the end. That would’ve gotten a roar and a half. Oh well, I suppose asking a man with an ego like Dean’s to speak at the Convention but refrain from accepting the nomination was a task in itself. On an important side note, I am growing very angry with Michael Moore. This is the second day in a row he has shown up right after me, and the second day in a row the media has created an impermeable cloud around him. While I do not support much of what Michael Moore says, one of my goals at this Convention is to get a picture with everyone I meet. So far I’ve snagged Senator Robert Byrd, General Wesley Clark, Janeane Garafalo, Jesse Jackson Jr., Rob Cordry of the Daily Show and Tucker Carlson. But oh no, not Michael Moore. This has led to the chant I am hearing more and more in the Fleet Center, “Michael Moore the media whore, get your fat a** off the floor.” The Convention is a very unique experience – an up at 8 a.m., to bed at 2 a.m. odyssey of free food, invitation-only parties, and political bigwigs mixing and mingling amongst their own. Oh, yeah, and I’m there, too. I must say, however, I could not stomach much after Howard Dean. As quickly as I could, I was out the door. Ron Reagan was just taking to the stage with his pro-stem cell tirade when I was already inside a cab and headed back to Cambridge and this little computer station. When I walked into the Delegation Lounge to see Teresa Kerry atop a massive screen, I nearly fell over. She just rubs me the wrong way. Where is she from, by the way? It was quite an amazement to score hall passes again; I reserve little hope for getting in on Wednesday to see Senator John Edwards accept his nomination for Vice President, and even less hope for getting in on Thursday to see our boy J.F.K. accept the nomination for President. I’m concerning myself now mainly with churning out material to Useless Knowledge and finding more interesting sources of conversation. CNN can do a better job than I can. It is now 12:14 a.m. on a fine, clear, crisp Wednesday morning. Thursday will be my final full day in Boston; I jet out by DC-09 at 11:00 a.m. Friday morning, along with the rest of the Indiana Delegation. The things I have seen thus far: the speeches, parties, buildings, events, all of it will live with me forever, and will have an effect on the person I become. It has cemented more than ever my desire to enter politics. And there are still two days to go! ------------ About the author: Max Burns lives in Indianapolis and interns with the Indiana Democratic Party. Visit The Rabid Demoncrat or read the fantasy-fiction novel "Alcardia". He is currently a senior at Lawrence North High School and is active in political clubs and associations. Max thinks it's time to hatch a real environmental policy and plant George W. Bush back in Crawford. Email: MBurns_NS@hotmail.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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