By Baxter
We have still not recovered from Senator Clinton's magnificent performance last night. From Stephanie Tubbs Jones to Harriet Tubman, we were mesmerized.
But honestly. Even though we cats are famous for hurling — what with our hairball problem, and all — if we hear one more cable news blowhard yammering on about the so-called feud between the Clinton and Obama campaigns, we are going to puke.
We realize that the talent is far deeper, and the personalities way more compelling, on the Democratic side. And the media, with hours and hours of airtime to fill, have to gravitate to the great story. But we only hope that next week in the Twin Cities, they will discuss the sad, sorry state of the Republican Party with as much foaming fervor as they've dissected the Democrats in the last few days.
Will they? Will they focus on the discontent among the Republican base — the cranky members of the Club for Growth, the Ron Paulmeisters and their counter-convention, the anti-choice crusaders who are virtually dictating Senator McCain's choice of running mate? Will they fulminate about the testy McCain-Romney relationship? Will they discuss the less-than-appealing details of John McCain's biography — his age, his failed first marriage, his union with a much-younger beer heiress, his many homes — with the same enthusiasm they've used to rip into Democrats?
We're not holding our breaths. But in the meantime, we jump on Senator Clinton's lap, PURR, and knead contentedly away. And we can't wait to hear Joe Biden tonight.
(Photo: Reuters/Mike Segar)
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