Friday Night Fight

This election needs to end. Soon. Last night, I had several dreams about tonight’s debate. Each dream had a different spin. Kerry bombs. Bush cries. It was like my subconscious was cycling through every possibility. How big of a dork do you have to be to dream about a political debate? I’d much prefer to dream about all the sex I’m not getting in real life. At least those dreams have more entertainment value and are a lot less disconcerting. As for the debate itself, we probably won’t see a repeat of last Thursday’s debate. Bush will be looking to portray Kerry as a godless Commie liberal who wants to tax the very air you breathe. Kerry needs to fling these labels back in Bush’s face without looking like a bully. You can expect Kerry to hammer home the latest disappointing job numbers, the recent WMD report, and Bremer’s statements about Iraq. As long as he doesn’t come across as professorial or condescending or (and this would be a killer) defensive, he should be okay.
I want to give my friend Susannah Breslin a big WELCOME BACK! Susannah returns to the ether with her new site: The Invisible Cowgirl. Go give her some love. Susannah is sort of the Unofficial Godmother of The 19th Floor and I’m always happy to proclaim her coolness to the masses.