Michelle, my belle

How about that Michelle Obama, huh? Yeah, I bet you're thinking like me after that sweet speech she gave. Took ya long enough, but now you know she's as American as apple pie and H-bombs. Yeah.

On a vaguely more serious note, how much reality should we really expect from our national politicians, especially at a presidential convention? Zero. Figures such as Obama and McCain are real behind closed doors with their confidantes, or when you catch them swearing when they think the microphone's off, but all of this is little more than a poor play where people strut and fret across a red, white and blue stage.

Michelle Obama talked about her husband as a guy with the American dream and someone regular folks like you and me can trust. Wow. What did you think she'd say? This isn't the time to wear your mismatched Converse and tell the American people you want to write poetry when you grow up. This is straight from a playbook and Acts I through V say, "Give 'em what they want." No surprises, cute kids telling their dad they love him and the fat, old loveable Kennedy tottering across the spotlight when his handlers tell him it's time.

Perhaps we should look to Entertainment Tonight to learn what this convention is really about. If you want substance, you need to pore over bills and laws and things that bore most Americans. If you want to know what's the hottest potential first lady fashion, look no further than the DNC.

And lemme tell ya, sweetie, pants suits aren't in.