Gotta say, I was looking forward to the first of the Presidential debates last week. I had yet to hear anything from John Kerry that made me wish to pull the lever for him with undying enthusiasm, but I knew it was inevitable anyway because of the sheer ubiquitous inanity of his opponent. W's lack of mental strength has become legendary-- my biggest fear, however, was that he would successfully counter Kerry's vastly more intelligent (but bone-dry and dreary) wonkism with some stupid Texan aphorism or two, destined to fire up the Billy Bobs out there in the great American heartland. Guess what! Not only did W lose the debate, he lost spectacularly. I mean, he screwed the pooch in ways I could never have dared hope. Kerry, conversely, stood up and finally grew those cojones that I'd been wishing for for months. He grilled Bush on the pseudo Iraq/al Qaeda connection, the missing WMDs, and his marvelously well-thought-out exit plan for Operation Iraqui Freedom. W, for his part, flip-flopped like an air-drowned carp and scowled peevishly back at the Man in the house. I cannot understand how anyone watching could have thought for a  second that Bush won the debate. That so many did speaks volumes about the National State of Denial we are apparently doomed to wander in, not unlike those zombies in Shaun of the Dead. Wake up, U.S.Aliens!

 

(thanks Bartcop!)