DES MOINES, Iowa
Here are the photos of Herman Cain’s soap box speech this morning:
I counted no fewer than eight TV cameras recording the speech. I’ve got videos, but this McDonald’s where I’m working has crappy bandwidth on the WiFi, so the videos will have to wait for later.
DES MOINES, Iowa
Sometime before you die, you must visit the Iowa State Fair. And when you visit the Iowa State Fair, the one exhibit you must see is the world-famous Butter Cow: A sculpture. Of a cow. Made of butter.
By the way, I won two blue ribbons for Blogging Excellence:
“I would vote for a can of orange juice over Obama, but I would prefer a conservative.”
Ben Howe offers a more extended meditation on the theme:
The sad part about the clip is either the ease of the target or the difficulty in whittling down the material–unsure which.
I’ll vote for Levin’s glass of orange juice before I vote for somebody just because I personally admire them. Leadership isn’t a personality contest. Leadership is not about race, gender or creed. If we’re jingoistic lemmings, as the Left was in ’08, only about a conservative, then we haven’t advanced the cause of liberty.
In Iowa, Stacy McCain has fallen in love with the Butter Cow. Meanwhile, in Virginia, noted parody tunesmith Fishersville Mike thinks about a Palin Candidacy and feels like it’s already Christmas. A bit of ribbon:
You better watch out
as liberals cry
Here comes a force
They cannot deny
Sarah Palin’s coming to town
RTWT.
If I thought there was much religious content remaining in the Saturnalia, I might denouce Mike as some rampant Christianist or something.
Via Protein Wisdom, we have this Zero Hedge article that is a bolt of pure hairshirt. “Welcome to the Age of Instability”. Yes, it’s going to be turbulent for a decade-ish. Yes, the centralized world order is dead on its feet. Yes, some folks in the forty-to-sixty age bracket, like me, are getting a haircut of sizeable proportions.
AMES, Iowa
This is where everybody weighs in with their opinion of tonight’s debate. I’ve got photos, video, etc., but please feel free to cram the comments with your own views.
The view from here? T-Paw was the big loser. He looked weak, and I’m not the only one here who thought so.
UPDATE: Here’s my video intro to the spin room:
UPDATE II: Guess who I found in the spin room? Chuck Grassley!
UPDATE III: Herman Cain in a post-debate interview:
UPDATE IV: They closed down the spin room at midnight here, and I had to go find someplace to finish my Friday column for The American Spectator.
The National Affairs Desk, at Buffalo Wild Wings on Duff Avenue.
And a weird thing just happened. After I hit my deadline, I went outside to smoke a cigarette and phone my editor, and while I wandered around in the parking lot talking on the phone, I saw a familiar face: Rick Santorum’s daughter. The entire Santorum campaign — including Rick Santorum himself — was out on the patio having a late dinner and watching the replay of the debate on Fox News.
Dumb luck? An omen? I dunno. But if Santorum does better than expected in Saturday’s straw poll . . . well, that’s a hypothetical.
For now, the certainty is that it’s nearly 1 a.m. and I’ve got to be up early in the morning. Good night from Ames!
People ask me how it’s going, and I say “I can’t complain.” Case in point as to why:It’s explicitely spiritual, without being heavily evangelical.
<jest>At the end, though, Crowder does ‘go British’, and starts hating on the Cosmic Credit Card that has made America great. Why do you hate Progress, Steven?</jest>