Tuesday, October 05, 2004
I need a barf bag. Just read Sully's prediction about tonight's debate and one line, just about made me hurl...:
"Well, I could easily be wrong, but I have a feeling Cheney will crush Edwards tonight. The format is God's gift to Daddy. They'll both be seated at a table, immediately allowing Cheney to do his assured, paternal, man-of-the-world schtick that makes me roll on my back and ask to have my tummy scratched. (Yes, I do think that Cheney is way sexier than Edwards. Not that you asked or anything.) Every time I've heard Edwards talk about foreign policy, I've winced - not because he's some kind of U.N.-style liberal, but because he's obviously winging it, hasn't thought much about foreign policy, and seems miles away from thinking about anything like, er, strategy. Then again, Cheney's record so far in this war has been unencouraging. I'll be drinking a shot every time Edwards says Halliburton. And I'll be fascinated to see how and if Cheney grapples with his president's war on his own daughter's dignity."