'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 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.
On the anniversary of MLK's 'I have a dream' speech, Barack Obama was speaking to his destiny, writes Guy Rundle.
With a convention that doesn't wrap up until nine thirty at night, and another hour or so to file, the rest of the night, for delegates and journos alike, has been a scramble to slide into whatever parties are closest to hand, writes Guy Rundle.
Ten minutes into Bill Clinton's nervously awaited speech to the convention, he finally cracked it to say those two little words necessary to seal up the breach below the Democratic waterline: "he's ready", reports Guy Rundle.
Denver in convention time is nothing if not a passing parade of diversion, writes Guy Rundle.
The floor of the convention was full with people bopping to their various level of ability -- ie there were black people dancing, and white people shifting their bodies around like they were balancing a load of bricks on a trolley, writes Guy Rundle, on the ground at the DNC.