Sneaking out like a thief in the night (with hotel glassware and towels)...we is Compound bound!

Happy Thursday everyone! I have to apologize to all of CCB’s loyal readers (all six of you, by last count). The Queen of the Unindicted’s acceptance speech is tonight (Thursday), not last night (Wednesday) as I informed you in yesterday’s post. Guess I got things mixed up in the fog of too little sleep, too much booze, and too many media receptions around town.

I began packing my bags yesterday and plotting my strategy to find Cousin Fred, whom I’ve not seen for more than twenty-four hours. Our Southern Living magazine handler, the virginal vegan Brooklyn Hodensack saw me dragging bags toward the door of Schuykill Suite and asked me where the hell I thought I was going?

“Back to The Compound,” I said.

“Not so fast, Bucko! Get in there and keep writing. There’s one more day of this nonsense,” she said.

That’s when I realized that I was WAY off in terms of timing. This throws a whole new problem at my feet. I have at least twenty-one hours of driving to do to make it back to The Compound in time for the once-in-a-decade gathering of the original charter members of the Pathetic Order of the Jackrabbit – Original Charter (POJOC) tomorrow evening.

Cousin Fred and I will have to take turns driving and go all night. Her Majesty’s speech will likely end at 11PM tonight. Even though I’m gaining an hour by moving west, that’s still not enough time.

I think what I’ll do instead is leave for the convention floor as I normally would and then just keep driving for The Compound. Oh sure, the virginal vegan Hodensack will be furious. I can listen to the speech on the radio and then finish my article for Southern Living as we’re driving through the night.

The key here is that I have to lay my hands on Cousin Fred, make sure he’s sober and gets a little sleep before we hit the road. I’ll call my pal, Terry Two-Fingers, the rattlesnake handler and charmer from Freedom to buy everything we need for the POJOC gathering.  

The proceedings at Wednesday’s gathering of Dems here in Philly was a veritable love fest for the Queen of the Unindicted who actually came out on stage when the last speaker, Obama himself, wrapped up his remarks. They hugged, seemed to share a joke or two and then walked around the stage to the adulation of the gathered crowd.

Well, most of them anyway.

It seems that The Curmudgeon’s following is carrying on a life of its own. He may no longer be doing anything campaign-wise, but his disciples aren’t giving up. Curmudgeonly delegates attending last night’s convention staged a walk-out when Her Majesty appeared. And pro-Curmudgeon demonstrators outside the venue have set up their own tent city – which will last until Philadelphia police begin moving through the crowd with batons and pepper spray. That brotherly love thing goes only so far.

I think it is certainly at her own peril that Clinton is all but ignoring these people. Without them, she doesn’t have a prayer against The Trump. He is counting on a lot of disgruntled Democrats not bothering to vote – those are, in fact, votes for him.

There’s a lot of weird dynamics moving through this election. Hell, there are even psychologists online offering their perspective of why people hate the Queen of the Unindicted…and it has nothing to do with her alleged or supposed crimes. It’s her personality, or at least people’s perception of her personality that turns people off from her. Is that fair? Probably not. But, it is politics or at least that weird cult of personality that we ascribe as politics.

The Clinton Campaign had better find a way to fix the rift within the party or they’ll be handing over the election to The Trump. Just one man’s opinion.

Okay, I’m off to find Cousin Fred so we can load up the car and get ready to launch in the direction of The Compound…probably early afternoon. Will send more from the road tomorrow…thank goodness for my AT&T hotspot.

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