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Sounds of silence? No. Sounds of desperation? Yes.
His statements were rushed and blustery. His delivery was frenetic, his eyes darting around but never connecting eye-to-eye with any single soul in the room. Reminded me of college kids taking amphetamines (speed/uppers) to make it through finals, bug-eyed and rapidly verbose and out of touch with anything beyond self, and certainly out of touch with reality.
The gist of it was a delusional version of back-asswards campaigning. He chose to crow on health care issues, with pink ribbon cancer as a prominent point. I heard: “You can’t impeach me---look at all these regular folks here on the stage as props...er, I mean for visual effect (innuendo?)—but bleep it, I saved these bleeping people and their bleeping loved ones, really I did, I’m sure that I did, really really.”
The Donkey character from the Shrek films said "really, really" quite often. And you, Mr. Blagojevich, are no Donkey.
First Kipling, then Tennyson. To garner sympathy from book-learning or poetry-passionate sorts? Or to counter bad press to show he doesn’t always use those cussing words (“them’s fighting words”) that we've already heard in the tapes?
Go jogging, Blago. Pomade that hair and run like Gump, as far away as possible, to the edge of the world...
