Michelle ain’t no Margaret
DENVER — The DNC platform podium dripped with estrogen last night as Caroline Kennedy, who lived in the White House as a child, and First Lady wannabe Michelle Obama each gushed prescribed sentimentality and well-timed emotion to reach enthralled Americans throughout television land.
I turned off the TV after bearing through Caroline’s intro to her beloved Uncle Teddy, Kennedy’s charge to his fellow Democrats, then Michelle’s Obama’s mother and brother’s mushy intros to Mrs. Obama’s 9:30 PM CST keynote. By 10:00 PM, there had been just too much liberal hogwash — stereotypical, inch-deep, saccarine-tasting sweet talk.
I went away feeling like I used to leaving our neighborhood’s annual carnival after stuffing myself full of pink cotton candy — nauseous and terribly, terribly unsatisfied.
Let’s just say Michelle Obama missed a unique opportunity to raise the status of American womanhood to Margaret Thatcher’s apparently matchless and well-deserved historic levels. (Yes, I am well aware Mrs. Thatcher was British.)
We’ll see how Hillary does tonight.
More to come later . . .