Acceptance and the Rubes

The candidate's acceptance speech was soaring, and the VP's was sufficiently Rocky like to really hit home with the credulous bambi who lives inside me. At heart, working on campaigns like these comes home when big soaring speeches happen; you put in the hours, live unpleasantly, because in your heart there is still an innocent that believes there is something bigger worth working for. Despite the compromises, there's the hope that something true can come out of it all.

Conventions and the like, and even most political speeches, are where the politicians themselves, the pointy end of the spear, put on the lipstick and kiss the pig. They try and speak to the optimist that still lives inside a lot of us. We'll go back to rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic tomorrow.