settlefornothingnow

So upon completion of the 2nd presidential debate, I asked myself, “Was I satisfied? Did I hear what I felt I needed to hear?”

I must remain honest in that this debate to me, fell flat. Senator Obama, I’ll call him Mr Articulate, and Senator McCain, I’ll call him Captain Fluffy, seemed to stray from what hindered their respective performances in the first presidential debate. They proceeded to step away from stump speeches and make earnest attempts to connect on a verbal level. What upset me during the course of the debate was that the reason for their running over time limits seemed not to be because of a surplus of substance, but rather out of, “But mommy, he got to play longer than I did!” -like reasons. And even being an Obama supporter I must admit, they both enjoyed pushing the other’s buttons. In terms of good television, this debate was very interesting to watch. Nerves, confessions, and awkwardness reigned, but unfortunately I heard nothing that I hadn’t heard before. Which for Mr Articulate is somewhat fine, though I find it an awfully risky play to just see if the comeback kid himself, Captain Fluffy would implode. Tonight was the night for Captain Fluffy to earn a different name, yet he owned the Fluff like no one I’ve ever known before. Quite the forgettable performance. I think the only time I was pleased at something Captain Fluffy said was when I realized not only did he not remember the name of the questioner when she was introduced to him a few seconds earlier (Ingrid), but he flagrantly danced around the question as well. Not anything new to expect from Cappy, but that’s exactly why he’s not going to receive any sincere bump from this debate. Nothing he did showed that he even cares. He came out of the starting gates on his hind legs like someone stuck a white hot poker to his arse, and went straight to what he’d do for American families. Well played sir, but it didn’t take long to realize that the walking around and bright lights and lack of tapioca pudding certainly made his mind wander and awkwardness creep out, revealing the Captain Fluffy we all know and abhor to fathom in the oval office. It’s all good though kids, Cappy doesn’t make house calls…eeesh, that’s a freaky thought. I used to think clowns were creepy, but Captain Fluffy takes the cake! Whooops, did I stray in response to my original questions? Yikes, I’m sorry about that. Man, that’s got to be annoying to hear. Alright, well, goodnight!

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