| There's a big buzz about the high TV ratings of the Republican convention but this may be of limited significance. I tuned in simply to see the super-milf Sarah Palin and get an occasional glimpse of daughter Bristol's rather formidible rack. My wife seemed interested in Sarah's Eskimo husband as well as the 'sex on skates' hockey player that got Brisol knocked up (my wife also observed that McCain grins like Chucky from the horror movies and that Cindy bears some resemblance to a space alien). The convention provided some low-brow entertainment but probably didn't change a lot of minds. |