Republican National Convention: Part 2
Following the republican up 7th Avenue towards the garden, I flashed my newly donned credentials at each intersection and was soon in das 'forbidden zone'. It was, honestly, a little scary - but the hundreds of volunteers they had, apparently, bussed in from the South to welcome us made me feel quite at ease. See - a little drawl IS good for something! After being greeted by each and every one of them, we approached the first security station where my credential was swipped through a little reader. The guard told me that this lets 'the system' know that I'm in the building. I just didn't have the heart to tell him that the 'me' the system had just recorded into 'the system' wasn't actually 'me' at all. Ah well. The line was moving along quickly, and I was carried towards the metal detectors.
Waiting to empty out my pockets into the plastic bin provided by the big men with guns, I overheard the two people behind me talking:
Man 1: Are you happy that yer here this time around?
Man 2: Actually, I wish that the republicans would've run a new candidate - someone a bit more conservative.
Man 1: Yeah, me too, but I guess we just gotta support whoever the party chooses.
There was no irony involved in this conversation. None. None at all. As I removed my wrist watch and dropped it into the bin along with my cellphone, camera, keys, and wallet, I noticed that I had goosebumps. Moments later, these two men looked on disapprovingly as I crossed over the threshold of the beeping metal detector. I was quickly pulled to the side and 'wanded' by what looked to be ... nevermind. I was used to this sort of treatment. The security guards quickly located the film canisters in my pocket that I had overlooked, and after examining them closely, waved me away.
Boy From Troy was already pushing ahead - eager to find blogger alley. I was eager to get out of this sea of patriotic Wal-mart-ware. It was just too much red, white, ... white (I looked around), white, white, white, white, black! (oh no, he's NYPD), white, white white white ... and blue
Waiting to empty out my pockets into the plastic bin provided by the big men with guns, I overheard the two people behind me talking:
Man 1: Are you happy that yer here this time around?
Man 2: Actually, I wish that the republicans would've run a new candidate - someone a bit more conservative.
Man 1: Yeah, me too, but I guess we just gotta support whoever the party chooses.
There was no irony involved in this conversation. None. None at all. As I removed my wrist watch and dropped it into the bin along with my cellphone, camera, keys, and wallet, I noticed that I had goosebumps. Moments later, these two men looked on disapprovingly as I crossed over the threshold of the beeping metal detector. I was quickly pulled to the side and 'wanded' by what looked to be ... nevermind. I was used to this sort of treatment. The security guards quickly located the film canisters in my pocket that I had overlooked, and after examining them closely, waved me away.
Boy From Troy was already pushing ahead - eager to find blogger alley. I was eager to get out of this sea of patriotic Wal-mart-ware. It was just too much red, white, ... white (I looked around), white, white, white, white, black! (oh no, he's NYPD), white, white white white ... and blue
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