The Inevitable

You knew I was going to talk about the upcoming Presidential Debates, didn't you? Of course you did, because otherwise I would most likely label you as some sort of noob, or something along those lines.

Very well. First, allow me to say that I will not be watching the debates live, as I have a job (professional musician) which is nearly impossible to do if I watch TV at the same time. Besides, something tells me the bar isn't going to put it on their big screen anyway. *Sigh* I will have to resort to video taping it. I know this is a safe bet, and you may ask why, at which point I would be forced to slap my forehead in exasperation, and sigh loudly. "You see," I would probably begin my sentence, after I had thoroughly mocked and pummeled you, "it is because it's not actually a debate, so much as some sort of strange 'Cold-shoulder marital fight'." And it's sadly true, I'm afraid. The candidates agreed upon a 34 page document that was to contain rules for tonight's mockery ... er, "debate." One of the rules is that the candidates... are you ready for this (?)... they are not allowed to ask each other questions.

*blink**blink*

Yes, I know. My brain did the EXACT same thing when I first read that sentence. It spontaneously sprouted limbs, put in at the local gunshop for the purchase of a handgun, got horrendously frustrated by the waiting period, and simply cracked me in the back of the head with a baseball bat. Illogical as it may be, it's one of the rules. No questions may be asked by a debater directly to his opponent. They must go through the moderator. Wow.

Now, I'm going to try and say no more about it until I can actually watch the debate, simply to see if GW violates the "No leaving the podium" rule to go pick nits off the head of one of the moderators, or if John Kerry violates the "No Well-spoken Corpses" rule. I would, however, like to see a half-time visit from Ross Perot, just for old times sake.

Till tommorrow, then...