I have admitted to you that I am excited like a little girl at Christmas over getting to go to the Democratic National Convention in September.  In fact, I have to walk sideways to keep from flying.  I’ve never been to one so this is a big deal for me.

You know what I’ve even more excited about?  The Republican National Convention, that’s what.  Honey, my tail feathers are liable to catch fire during that sucker.  They are taking aim at doing crazy crap.  On national teevee.  These guys make a hornet look cuddly so no telling who or what they will boo at – veterans, crippled children, rape victims, the real Sweet Jesus, Mother Teresa, kindergarten, innocent bystanders, chocolate ice cream….

Hell, I expect them to blame President Obama for killing Osama bin Laden.

Now every batcrap crazy Republican wants to speak at the convention.  Ya got Donald Trump, Rush, Sarah, Dick’s Cheney’s advertisement for his next heart, Ron and Rand Paul (the Duet of Doom), and Newt.

A source close to Gingrich added that the former speaker’s “heart is definitely set on working in the trenches with delegates on the platform,” recalling that the Georgian kept Romney campaign manager Matt Rhoades at the campaign headquarters for four hours going over policy when he dropped out.

“I think Newt handed them four separate 50-page proposals,” said this Gingrich source of the meeting.

Newt wants to speak for hours and hours.

And then there’s another headache for Mitt Romney – Rick Perry is the man who refused to debate his gubernatorial opponent because he refused to release his tax returns from 1993, 1994 and 1995, which is over 15 years ago.  So, there’s also the possibility of an open convention if Mitt finds his tax returns.

I’m so excited.  I just can’t hide it.  They’re about to lose control and I think I like it!

Thanks to David for the heads-up.