Earlier this week, I'm sure most of you know that the second presidential debate took place. The format was a townhall style meeting, with around 80 local Tennessee residents sitting around the candidates and Tom Brokaw moderating the affair. I decided this would be a good time for me to watch the fireworks, with all the talking heads predicting that McCain was going to really get after Obama since he was beginning to sag in the polls a bit.
Well, my friends, I have to say, this was a good time! The expected fireworks never really materialized but alas, something better did. It became clear in the first few minutes of the debate that McCain's phrase that pays for the event was going to be "my friends", as in, "My friends, America can do this" or "That, my friends, is what I will do as President", etc, etc, etc.
I could not let this golden opportunity go by without taking strong and decisive action. No sirree, I made a beeline for the fridge and grabbed a cold one. From that point forward, every time Johnny McC dropped a "my friend", I took a pull from my frosty beverage. I'm not going to lie to you, faithful reader, I may have been a bit tipsy by the end of the affair. I'll also postulate that this was definitely the most fun I've had with such an event. Good times! On a more serious note, the debate helped me crystallize which way I'm going to vote. So, from that perspective, it was also time well-spent.
Song lyric of the day: "My friends I'm so depressed" Red Hot Chili Peppers
Until next time.