The first presidential debate took place last night.
Romney did well.
Translation – he came across as human (not warm or anything but…well, human-ish like a newer version Cylon)…cough…twas aggressive in a “wildcat” kind of way, and he landed more punches than he took.
President Obama did not do well.
Translation – he came across like he was a 3,000 year old vampire who hadn’t feed in at least 1,500 years.
If you’re going to shit the bed, shit the hell out of it!
Obama’s performance was just bad enough that he won’t be able to bullshit himself and that means he’s more likely to listen to advice and make adjustments.
Coping thought for the masses – Fritz Mondale won the first debate with Reagan in '84, but I seem to remember 4 more years of rule under the spawn of Satan that was The Gipper.
Romney is gonna get some love after last night’s performance.
Catch the knee…catch it!
He is…and it’ll be amplified way out of proportion by a political press corps that clearly was bored to shit with his campaign and feared 30 more days of it.
Prepare thyselves for several days of blah, blah, blah. Tis the nature of the beast and you know damn well you’d be doing the exact same shit if Obama had come out there like a 3,000 year old vampire who just ripped off the Denver Blood Bank.
Coping thought for the masses – this is EXACTLY the kind of “oh shit, this campaign ain’t over!” kick in the ass that the liberal base needed!
Pause...sip apple juice...continue.
Flock o’ bitchitude, presidential debates are a lot like the Stanley Cup Playoffs.
Lots of analysts make all kinds of predictions based on how each team looked going into Round One.
But in the end, only one team raises the Cup…
…while the line for humble pie wraps around the rink.
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