Monday, August 25, 2008
We're in a Motel 6. I think there are some blood stains on the carpet. We booked our reservation too late so this was what was left, but it's teeming with conventioneers and Hispanic mamas in Obama shirts and people in pick up trucks who are maybe just here to do meth.
We're heading to downtown Denver now, and we'll be around the convention center all day tomorrow so I'll do my best to report what I can without a real press pass, aka I will talk to people in bars, protesters, others hanging around the Pepsi Center, etc.
There's also someone staying down the hall with a Hillary sign in her window. This whole thing has made me realize how much I hate Hillary. She can "release" her superdelegates to my boy Barack, but it's quite obvious that she wants her supporters to refuse to default to Obama, and in a party that is notorious for splintering violently, it is only causing damage.
I'm going to try to talk to all kinds of Dem supporters, but I'm particularly interested in talking to the Hillary ones so I can understand why they would rather vote for McCain than Obama. Seems to me like just sore loserdom, but we'll see.