While I was out fooling around (soccer game won 5-1, wheee!), Oliver Willis was doing the tough work tracking the debate.
I saw the last twenty minutes or so.
Hmmmm. I’m torn between petulant and peevish and whiny.
I don’t want anyone to tell me that George Bush should be president because he’s a regular guy who is just like their neighbor. I don’t want my neighbor to be president (actually I don’t even want him to be my neighbor.) I want someone capable of speaking for more than two and a half minutes on anything. Anything at all.
Remember this: he actually spent the week studying up for this. Imagine that.
Oh. And in case you think that anyone can blog.