8 Oct 2008 | I might not have to move after all
Holy crap. That's a big photo.
Tonight's (actually yesterday night's, now that I check the clock) second presidential debate between U.S. Senators John McCain and Barack Obama… well, how would you finish that sentence? The debate was supposedly held in the "town hall" style, although the voters in the audience had close to zero participation, and the candidates' repeated violations of the one-minute follow-up time limit quickly made a mockery of the format. McCain, who had performed surprisingly well during the first debate, suffered a major blow to his confidence this time around, appearing stiff and cranky and constantly clutching at straws. Obama, on the other hand, was more or less calm, collected, direct, and by the general consensus of political analysts, emerged with the upper hand. Both candidates' discourses were frustrating in terms of their constant finger-pointing and campaign nonspecifics, although I swear, one could easily start a drinking game for every instance of "earmark" in McCain's spiels. Like Tina Fey so marvelously suggested during the last episode of Saturday Night Live.
My favorite part was at the very end, when Tom Brokaw was concluding the debate and both candidates stood up to face the camera, only to obstruct Brokaw's view of the teleprompter.
Anyway… McCain? Floundering, thanks to the recent economic mess. That's what you get for catering to the wealthy five percent, you Republican.


