herding the cats

As we come into the combined ballrooms for the first general session of the state convention of the Texas Democratic Party-- sorry, as we are escorted into the combined ballrooms like common criminals, I get stopped. My press credentials are turned backwards. Once the, um, "security guard" realizes that I am properly credentialed, she allows me to pass, but not before knocking me to the ground and beating me with a nightstick.

They're a bunch of thugs down here, Walter. Thugs.

Half of the delegation from Austin is chanting for Clinton and the other half is chanting for Obama. It's the political convention equivalent of "tastes great"... "less filling". Boyd Richie enters to the strains of "Hard Working Man" and calls the convention to order...

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