RNC Convention Day 1 Commentary

[Doctor Phibes]

Trying to decide who to vote for by watching conventions is like deciding what beer to buy based on TV commercials.

[Jolly]

Harold Ford (D) said he has attended 15 conventions, as a participant, elected Congressman or media.

He said this was the best convention he'd ever been at.

[LuFins Dad]

Oh Lord, I just watched the Kid Rock performance. That was HI-LARIOUS!!!

[LuFins Dad]

Here we go, I’ll watch…

[LuFins Dad]

I like his praise of the Secret Service despite the concerns…

[LuFins Dad]

And now praising the crowds for not running or stampeding…

[Jolly]

Speech needs more focus. A lot more.

[Doctor Phibes]

90 freaking minutes. My God. That's almost an entire Scaramucci.

[George K]

@Doctor-Phibes said in RNC Convention Day 1 Commentary:

90 freaking minutes. My God.

Longer than POTATUS's work day.

[George K]

Who thought this was a good idea?

[LuFins Dad]

[Jolly]

It was a different convention. And Hogan was followed later by Kid Rock rapping and rocking the house. The delegates had fun. Harold Ford said he'd been to 15 conventions and this was the best.

[Axtremus]

[LuFins Dad]

[George K]

Who had Kid Rock, Hulk Hogan, and a mention of Hannibal Lecter at the RNC convention on their bingo card?

[Doctor Phibes]

@LuFins-Dad said in RNC Convention Day 1 Commentary:

Oh Lord, I just watched the Kid Rock performance. That was HI-LARIOUS!!!

Yes, that was excellent. Kid Rock meets The Golden Girls.

[George K]

[Copper]

Hulk Hogan was great.

Remember when the republicans were the boring, no fun party?

[Doctor Phibes]

@Copper said in RNC Convention Day 1 Commentary:

Remember when the republicans were the boring, no fun party?

Now they look like a bunch of old white people trying to blend in at a hip-hop wedding.

[jon-nyc]

From a summary of the convention.

The speeches were a mixed bag, as they always are. But nearly all of them stuck to the script and stayed with the plan. The one major exception—other than Trump himself—was Peter Navarro, who came straight from prison to smash through his allotted time and deliver a mesmerizing diatribe. If you closed your eyes you could imagine him, over-tanned and shirtless, following you across a trailer park, a near-empty can of Schaefer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, as he complains about his parole officer with such passionate intensity he neither realizes nor cares that he’s following you into the Port-a-John.