Chelsea does West Chester

Walked over to West Chester University's Sykes student union building to see Chelsea Clinton speak at a Q & A session. There was a sizeable crowd stuffed into a TV lounge area. I was on the fringes where the curiosity seekers lurked alongside dweebs hoisting their McCain signs. Obama's supporters must have engaged their cloaking devices, for they were nowhere in sight.

The PA system was underpowered and you couldn't hear squat. Chelsea, though a well groomed, amiable looking woman, did not look very comfortable standing in front of the half interested, hearing impaired crowd, and she didn't really exhibit any political charisma. That's not her fault; the genes just didn't get passed on.

When a cocky student shouted from the back "WE can't hear you?!" he was surrounded by defensive, sweating Hillbots who assertively explained the sound problem to him. The entire event was obviously pointless, so we walked away after five minutes and bought pizza at the food court.

The enthusiasm for this event was not registering on the Richter scale. If any news was made today, I missed it.