The DNC Mix Tape for America

August 28, 2008

A mix tape is one of those intimate gestures we remember from high school. You’d spend hours, if not days, going through your CD collection, taping songs off the radio, searching for that perfect combination of songs that would tell your recipient exactly how you feel. It spoke louder than a letter, or a note or later, an email. It was a soundtrack to your soul, saying what you couldn’t say, articulating what you yourself couldn’t put into words. A mix tape is how you told someone I love you. A mix tape is how you won their heart.

And so the Democrats set out once again trying to achieve what they have failed to do for the past 8 years, win America’s heart and convince us, the American people, that they are the ones we should choose. They wooed us with words throughout the Primaries; they courted us with commercials. For the past four days, however, they resorted to that good ol’ fashioned accoutrement of courtship, the mix tape, to tug our heart strings into a flutter and tell us we’re the one. What follows, a break down of the music of the Democratic National Convention and whether they succeeded in getting in our pants.

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Michelle Obama: Trillary 2.0

August 26, 2008
Ten More Years!  Ten More Years!

Ten More Years! Ten More Years!

Is it just us or did Michelle Obama look kind of Presidential last night during her keynote address on the opening night of the Democratic National Convention in Denver?  Yeah, the content of her speech was what we expected, an extended version of the monologue Julianne Moore gave toward the end of Trust the Man (I am a wife and a mother first, and you can go fuck yourself!), but there was something else, one of those intangibles that pundits usually attach to her husband.

Then it hit us: Shnikes, what if Michelle Obama IS the Hillary of 2024?  What if after 8 years in the White House as First Lady she changes her residence, picks up some poorly contested Senate seat, serves 2 terms then mounts a national Presidential campaign that, this time, gets that 20 millionth crack in the glass ceiling and that atrium comes crashing down?

You heard it here first, MoJaMa Mommas.  Trillary 2.0 in 2024.