If Democrats proved anything at their national convention, it’s that they’re really, really funny — but not intentionally.
They made us simultaneously laugh and scratch our heads in bewilderment when a clear majority of the assembled delegates voted against and booed a motion to restore a reference to God in the party platform. In Charlotte, Democrats were against God before they were for him.
We chuckled when they claimed that the reason they were moving Obama’s acceptance speech indoors was not because they couldn’t fill enough seats at Bank of America Stadium, but because — all weather forecasts to the contrary — they feared that lightning might strike the stadium. But come to think of it, having decided to drop any reference to God from their platform, perhaps they really should have been worried about getting struck by lightning.
And wasn’t Bill Clinton funny? You couldn’t help but laugh when he asked the Democrats in that densely packed convention hall if they thought the country was better off now than it was four years ago and they all stood up and thunderously shouted, “Yes!”
I’m not sure if Bill saw the irony in it, but those Democrats he was telling that no one could have turned things around by now are the very same folks who four years ago were incessantly screaming, “Yes, we can! Yes, we can!” Perhaps the Obama campaign should replace that chant with this one for 2012: “You should have known that we couldn’t.”
Didn’t you get a kick out of the way Clinton wagged his finger at us the same way he once did when he looked straight into the camera lens and lied to the American people about Monica Lewinsky? It was like a subliminal signal that what he was saying was a total crock.
Loudly booing the idea of mentioning God in their platform and aggressively pretending that we are now all better off than we were pre-Barack — what a hilarious way to get across their message that it’s Mitt Romney and the Republicans who are out of touch with real Americans.
Going into it, I thought the biggest laugh I’d get watching the Democratic convention would be listening to Sandra Fluke. There is, you have to admit, something truly funny about a 30-year-old law student who portrays herself as both a victim and a heroine by whining that other people, especially Republicans and Catholics, need to be forced to pay for her birth control. Why, they even make her endure the insensitive suggestion that she use some of her own funds that she so desperately needs for her vacations in Spain and Italy!
Sandra, remember, was the victim whose story inspired Democrats to proclaim they would use their national convention to eliminate any doubt about which party is waging a “war on women.”
You knew the Democrats were really on a roll when it occurred to them that there could be no better way to demonstrate their love of women than by having Barack Obama nominated by the only U.S. president to be credibly accused of rape.
And what woman wouldn’t be comforted by a political party staging a slick video tribute to a U.S. senator who fled the scene while the woman he was with was drowning, walked past two lit-up houses without stopping to call for help, returned to a party in search of someone to take the rap for him and then swam back to his motel where he attempted to establish an alibi suggesting he was not at the scene as the young woman was slowly, painfully dying.