So here we have the Cassidy tapes, folks. An insight into how young Republicans live, love and leave their blackberries in cabs, writes Guy Rundle.
The Democrats are screwing it up. Totally. Utterly. Everything they do is wrong, writes Guy Rundle, still in Minneapolis.
Palin's candidacy is different and exciting to people on so many levels, that it has, at least for the moment, overwhelmed all other questions, writes Guy Rundle.
And then at last, the star turn of the RNC. Guy Rundle watches John McCain.
I wanted a metaphor and the good lord sent me Jessica the hooker. Guy Rundle is waiting for Sarah Palin.
'Dems had a hot house band, and the GOP has got ... smooth jazz. Kid you not. Smooth jazz. It is like something between the on-hold muzak in a dentist's office and the theme to a cancelled sitcom.' And that, writes Guy Rundle, kind of sums the whole thing up.
It was noon, and the major protest rally, ten thousand strong, was just starting to move from the park spread beneath the gold-tipped Capitol dome, writes Guy Rundle.
The operation was as swift, and smooth as anything the Chinese managed to employ on the streets of Beijing, writes Guy Rundle.
The choice of Sarah Palin as John McCain's running mate is an attempt to punch through, to change the terms of the the contest. It has got early results, writes Guy Rundle.