I cannot express how great it felt to be in Southern California and to be surrounded by fellow Republicans. Walking through my neighborhood (Floral Park in Santa Ana), I have the only McCain/Palin lawn sign . . . so far. Passing by our neighbors and seeing their Obama sign, I remarked to my husband, "I thought they were smart people," to which he replied, "I thought they had money."
So this rally was good for what ails ya, as theysay, and Sarah was simply astounding. I took my 11-year-old daughter, Katie, for some eye-opening for her. She liked the signs, the pom-poms, the thundersticks. What kid wouldn't?
We were seated about 6 to 8 rows behind the stage, so unfortunately I could not get a lot of good shots of Sarah. But as you can see, I did and I thought the crowd provided some great entertainment as well. Kate and I hooked up with another family while waiting outside to go in, who turned out to be Catholic Samoans from Long Beach, CA - talofa!
I thought I misheard when the local chapter president of N.O.W. introduced Sarah - but did so, even though she was a Democrat, to acknowledge Sarah's accomplishments as a woman and the example she is setting for women. Whaddaya think about that?
Some demonstrators snuck in - and at one time, Sarah asked us to do the "Drill, baby, drill!" chant to drown them out while they were being escorted from the venue. What were they thinking?
Speaking of demonstrators, there was a line of them waiting right outside as people left. I was not going to say anything until this one dame held up a picture of a wolf and was screaming, "She kills living things!" "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU EQUATE A WOLF WITH A HUMAN BABY!" roared I. "YOUR candidate KILLS them both INSIDE and OUTSIDE the WOMB! SHAME! SHAME!" Either she was dumbstruck or she thought I was insane, because she did shut up and stared at me for awhile.
And may I say - what a gracious gentleman Jon Voight is. I would occasionally get up while waiting to go look at the line of people still coming in and for the longest time, Jon was right outside, shaking people's hands, having his picture taken, and spending whatever time was needed to meet and greet people.
Talking to one sheriff, working there on security, who said to me, "I'm not allowed to say who I support, but let's just say my kid plays hockey . . ."
My voice is gone - my throat is hoarse from screaming.