I don't know why I'm watching the debates. Perhaps I have a latant masochistic streak. Or am secretly hoping for bloodshed. I've already made my decision as my regular readers know, and there is literally nothing that John McCain can say that will make me vote for him. But I still watch. Which is kinda sick, I'm coming to see because I start yelling at the television (usually when McCain is speaking, but not always).
Maybe in the final debate McCain will break off a piece of his podium and start whaling on Obama. Maybe Obama will call McCain "cracker." Maybe one of them will reveal a penchant for wearing ladies' underwear, but I'm betting it'll be more of the same talking points and exaggerations and accusations that I'll be tuning into next week. Must be the masochism.
2 comments:
Wouldn't that be Great! Obama calls McCain a Cracker...and McCain wallops Obama...I love the idea. You should contact their campaign coordinators, or offer to become one.
DH
I know what you mean. I kind of feel like it's my duty as an informed citizen to watch, but, ugh, it's painful.
I usually only make it to the 30- or 40-minute mark.
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