Why isn’t this airing on Comedy Central?
The house band is covering the Rolling Stones. They should probably play “Under My Thumb.”
The world is getting a glimpse of the “Other America.”
Bob Dole is the last surviving “rational” Republican.
It’s sad that the Benghazi mom has allowed her personal tragedy to become a political trump card.
Slapstick from the Benghazi Brothers. The “play off” music fails.
Chuck Norris will not speak at the Convention. Instead, he’s counting to infinity. Again.
I hope Melania’s dress wasn’t stitched together in China.
We may look back on Clint Eastwood’s empty chair skit as a high point in recent Republican politics.
Speaker: How can you defeat an enemy you can’t even name?
POTUS: … drones…
Recall GW Bush’s kinder, gentler Republican convention in 2000, which featured break-dancers to show the diversity of the Republican Party.
The good old days!
Navy seals wringing their hands about how scary the world is. It’s the rise of the emocons, who play the victim card to the max.
It’s hard to imagine the likes of Darth Cheney or Rumsfeld crying about being afraid of the dark.
Rudy Giuliani is speaking, upbraiding the media.
Twitter weighs in:
Chris Rock @chrisrock
I’m watching the republican convention it’s pretty good. What time does George Zimmerman speak.
Out of the primordial mist strides Mr Trump.
Hopefully, Ms Trump will tell us about Donald as a family man and how he’s adapted to his third marriage.
Now someone (a general?) is talking about bathrooms. It just gets better and better.
3/4 empty hall chanting “Lock her up!” (regarding Ms Clinton).
The Republican subculture are a sad lot.
It’s over. I can’t wait for the entr’acte.
The erasure of Tom Bombadil in the definitive cinematic account of Middle Earth is appalling.
Mr Rock is naive to think he’s still living in the 1950s.
Before there was Bono, Mr Springsteen had long been the American Bono.
Richard III was a blonde, his reign was more fun than previously known.
Hastings: More pity that the eagles should be mewed,
Whiles kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Richard: The world is grown so bad
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Shakespeare, Richard III