McCain Needs Fiber Infusion
I didn't have the energy to do any fancy live blogging of last night's debate but a few observations are in order:
McCain and his people have been barking about the town hall format and how that's his strong suit. If that is the case then what the hell happened last night? Things went south as soon as McCain unleashed that dry retort of "not you" to Brokaw in response to his question on Sec. of Treasury picks. As the night dragged on McCain's lurking in the background as Obama answered questions just made things stranger. McCain's now famous "that one" quip coupled with ad nauseam use of the "my friends" technique all indicated a man teetering on the edge of senior citizenship. Add the long Christmas list style notes written with a Sharpie and it becomes clear that this guy should be thinking about hanging it up to enjoy his golden years in Sedona.
Seriously, when you start exhibiting overt signs of old age as McCain clearly is now is the time to ease back and take it easy. It's best to be relax, stay close to a bathroom and load up on plaid pants. This is not time to be running for president, just ask Bob Dole.
McCain and his people have been barking about the town hall format and how that's his strong suit. If that is the case then what the hell happened last night? Things went south as soon as McCain unleashed that dry retort of "not you" to Brokaw in response to his question on Sec. of Treasury picks. As the night dragged on McCain's lurking in the background as Obama answered questions just made things stranger. McCain's now famous "that one" quip coupled with ad nauseam use of the "my friends" technique all indicated a man teetering on the edge of senior citizenship. Add the long Christmas list style notes written with a Sharpie and it becomes clear that this guy should be thinking about hanging it up to enjoy his golden years in Sedona.
Seriously, when you start exhibiting overt signs of old age as McCain clearly is now is the time to ease back and take it easy. It's best to be relax, stay close to a bathroom and load up on plaid pants. This is not time to be running for president, just ask Bob Dole.
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