If A Speech Is Given Without TV, Does It Make A Sound?

Do you want to yell, "TIMBERRRRRR!" or shall I?:

According to several broadcast executives, the networks will still cover all the major speeches [at the Democrat convention]. But beyond that, all options are open as they look for savings to balance out the anticipated costs surrounding the stadium event. The acceptance event is an unexpected departure from the traditional convention hall format for which they have spent months planning.

Network executives expect Obama’s relatively late-breaking decision to speak at Invesco Field at Mile High, a 76,000-seat football stadium, could add hundreds of thousands of dollars in costs to already cash-strapped news divisions. Each network has budgeted millions to cover the political conventions, but that spending is already accounted for in specific costs ranging from hotel rooms to staffing to building convention platforms.

We've looked at Barack Hussein Obama's totalitarian instincts and the fetish for grand, fascistic spectacles that they are giving rise to.  I wondered how a party that is already thirty percent short of the necessary cash to put on this full four-day event could possibly afford to glom a freaking football stadium for the final night absent BO remembering to bring along his checkbook.  Now we see that the DNC's isn't the only wallet that this impulsive indulgence of godhood delusion is eviscerating.

Of course, given that by late August the Pocket Savior will have received nineteen uninterrupted months of wall-to-wall media tongue-bathing, perhaps truncated media coverage of his pre-emptive coronation won't matter all that much.  Particularly as the Republican gathering that follows it will be covered like a pre-emptive wake.

Still, there is a stubborn part of my vast and fertile intellect that wonders whether there might yet be a public crystalization point for all of BO's BS.  A Rubicon past which a majority of voters will be too outraged, too disgusted, too frightened, too just plain weirded out to hang the chad for this fricasseed Lenin.

That's the part of my mega-brain that the interface experts at the local Obama Federal Anti-Cynicism Clinic will doubtless lobotomize out of me next year.  For my own good, of course.

I wonder if I'll miss it.