There’s nothing wrong with being dull. Seriously. Were it not for dull people, others might not shine as brightly. If every leftist had John Stewart’s wit, we wouldn’t have, well, John Stewart. For every Mel Gibson there are - thank God - a thousand David Broders. Watching cricket, we learn the valuable lesson that sometimes in life, nothing…ever…happens…
But God, to take a couple hundred pounds of pure USDA Dullness, drape it with Christmas lights and confetti and throw a party, screaming to eveyone who will listen that THIS IS THE LIFE OF THE PARTY. That’s just wrong, brother. That’s just desperate.
Barack Obama is dull. Dull as in, standing behind a truck watching it repave Route 66 dull. Dull as in a Rush concert - complete with drum solo. Dull as in Walter Mondale. Dull, dull, dull.
This isn’t a partisan thing. Nancy Pelosi? Not dull. Ted Kennedy? Never a dull moment. Pat Buchanan? Are you kidding me?
Barack Obama has nothing to say. He is a liberal terrified of running as a liberal, and thus is attempting to make up some new - actually old - silly “third way” language where we can all hold hands and pretend that talking solves terrorism and abortion does not kill babies. And he does it all with a rhetorical style that brings to mind the sound of one hand clapping. Bill Clinton has more verve in one of his fingers. Newt has more smarts in his big toe. And as for the master - well, let him just show you:
