Prezidental Debacle Part Trois

Last night was the last presidential debate. Just like in the last two debate, and in a manner I find more or less inexplicable, the librul uhleet meadyuh has insisted on treating it as though it were a draw, while polls show that voters/viewers (overall, independents, and undecideds alike) thought our Dear Leader won, by a margin of 2 to 1.

It was definitely the best debate by my standards, insofar at it was the most absurd, largely thanks to the performance of John "I call my wife a cunt because I love her" McCain. There was the poorly concealed blinks, sighs, and eye-rolls of disgust, confusion, and anger...the treatment of "Joe the Plumber" as a Tourettes-like tic(k?)...the scoffing air quotes at the thought of providing an exception to a ban on late-term abortions for "the health of the mother"...the apparent confusion over what developmental disability his vice-presidential candidate's son has (it's Down's Syndrome, not autism)...and those were just the highlights!

I made another attempt at achieving my fifteen seconds of internet fame by staying up late into the night to create a remixxx, as I call it, of one moment of the debate, in which Obama informs McCain that the fine Joe teh Plumber pays in regards to his small business' lack of health-care providal is...nothing. It's better than my first attempt, the bail-out song, but I'm getting the sense that this viral video thing is harder than it looks. Anyway I'll put it up later in the day for posterity's sake, if nothing else.

Obama rally under the Arch Saturday afternoon! I've sent my RSVP! I went to a rally for Bob Dole under the arch when I was ten, because I had decided I supported Dole on the basis of nothing other than an instinctual distaste for Bill Clinton (which I had come to doubt, but was reconfirmed in force this primary season). I have a feeling this one will have a bit more oomph to it. I had the opportunity to go see Obama's original announcement speech in Springfield way back in January (I think it was) 2007, but it was on a Saturday morning, so I planned on being hungover, so I didn't sign up to go. My opportunity has come around again! Now when future generations of Americans (assuming their are any, i.e. that America isn't destroyed by the coming depression, or the Moslems, or by adult-onset diabetes, or by the wrath of God) ask about my experience with our Dear Leader, I will be able to say I actually saw him before his Ascension (to office, I mean, not Heaven), rather than just being able to say that I gave him like a hundred bucks, which doesn't make for a good story. Maybe I'll even get the chance to touch the hem of his garment, and be cured of my blindness, epilepsy, and demonic possession!



























Pictured above: Barry Hussein Obama uncharacteristicly loses control of his Haitian Zombie-like reserve, showing his nefarious glee at what presumably was a particularly vivid thought of how he will turn America over to the control of terrorists once he is elected.