almost okay

Did you happen to watch this fool a couple of nights ago during the second presidential debate? In case you missed it, John McPain didn't exactly shine in his so-called favorite town hall meeting-style event.

And the moderator, Tom Brokaw, didn't exactly come off as fair and impartial, either, selecting the questions and allowing the Republican candidate as much time as he needed to remember his answers, while chastising Barack Obama and even interrupting the Democrat at one point when he attempted to go beyond the time limits of the format.

One glaring example of Brokaw's favoritism was a question directed to McPain by an audience member who just happened to be seated in the front row and also just happened to be a former Chief Petty Officer in the Navy. McPain couldn't waddle over to the guy fast enough, eager for yet another opportunity to remind Americans that he'd served his country in Vietnam. Big John extended his flipper to the guy while saying he learned “most of what he knew” about military service from a Chief Petty Officer.

Brokaw nearly swallowed his tongue he was so happy.

I guess it must have been a Chief Petty Officer who showed McPain how to fly his combat jet into the ground - four times.

During the course of the 'debate', McPain insisted on referring to his opponent as “that one”, pointing towards Obama with his crooked little arm to make sure the audience knew who he was lying about, and for the most part was again so intimidated by Obama's presence and command of the facts that he couldn't even face the Democrat as he spoke to him.

I didn't catch the final blow as it happened because I'd nearly fallen asleep, but apparently afterwards when Barack Obama attempted to shake the crusty old bastard's hand, McPain turned away, forcing the Democrat to accept the clammy claw of his wife Cindy instead.

By then, Brokaw was already back stage drinking champagne and playing with himself.

A couple more lowlights... When they were asked who they would appoint as Treasury Secretary in light of recent economic problems, McPain offered a pair of choices which culminated in his more likely pick of Meg Whitman, a keynote speaker at the Republican Convention and former C.E.O. of Ebay. That would be perfect. Why shouldn't we put the person who was in charge of the world's largest flea market in charge of all of our money? It sure seems like the next logical step to me.

In another clear example of his thinking, when asked about whether health care in America was a right, a responsibility or an obligation, McPain said that he thought it was a “responsibility”, before going on to once again explain his plan for deregulation and a phantom tax credit that will be swallowed up by insurance companies.

Obama's answer was the correct one, though: health care is our “right”, and we shouldn't be forced into bankruptcy if we develop a tumor that our insurance company suddenly decides not to cover because we screwed up a question on our application.

Honestly, by ten-thirty I was glad the whole thing was over, and I certainly don't see how the Republicans could in any way spin this one as a triumph for McPain. If he wasn't such a stupid, angry, bigoted old bastard, I would have almost felt sorry for him.

But I didn't.

Hey, did you hear that Buffalo Wild Wings is going to start having a John McCain night? Yeah, all the broken chicken wings are half off, and instead of frying them they're going to be half-baked!

Today's Craig's List girl, Yolanda works out of the Memphis area and considers herself a 'sexpert' in pleasing a man. You can decide for yourself if this 'Superwoman' has the goods for as little as forty roses. For two-hundred Yolanda goes 'around the world, including trips to France, Greece and the Balkans'.