Mr. Obama now needs only 10, count ’em, 10 delegates to be the nominee.
I have Keith and Tweety on. I’m on pins and/or needles.
9:36 p.m. Am now listening to Monster Tweety on the TV machine. Her opening was the most conciliatory I’ve heard her. By the way, there’s a quality of political speaking that I’m coming to characterize as “Stop Naming Dwarves” (see Friends, The One With The Metaphorical Tunnel). The most clear example of this is the naming of states where one has run, a la Howard Dean’s “I Have A Scream” speech. By the way. The ‘Yes She Will’ chant is and always has been tired and stupid. 9:39 p.m. Ah, there’s the ‘count every vote’ thing. 9:40 p.m. OMFG. Did she just say “stay the course?” Isn’t that a phrase a Democrat should piss on and then sprint away from? 9:37 p.m. Dear gods, they’re chanting “Denver Denver Denver.” Geniuses. Let’s pray for a floor fight. Good idea. * Stop Naming Dwarves * 9:49 p.m. Ah, the non-concession concession speech. Hey, look, they got the Numa Numa guy to stand behind Monster Tweety. 10:10 p.m. Look. At that. Crowd. That is beautiful. 10:15 p.m. Obama says he will be the nominee. Oh, yeah. 10:18 p.m. Listen to him praise Monster Tweety. That’s sportsmanship. 10:38 p.m. Oh my god, I think I just came. 10:56 p.m. I have just donated a few bucks to the Obama campaign. You can too. Go on. Donate some bucks to the next President of the United States of America.