I guess a lot of people liked the macho posturing and faux aggression of the second debate. Me, I prefer the debate to be in song form. What a beautiful alternate reality!
“You said you actually fell in love with Mr. Edwards?” Abbe D. Lowell, Mr. Edwards’s lawyer, asked him at one point during last week’s testimony.
“We all did,” Mr. Young replied.
And, Mr. Lowell pressed, you fell out of love?
(The reporter also insists that the aide looks away from Senator Edwards during the trial, while the pretty boy politician stares at the lackey he now wants to discredit).
Endlessly entertaining. This is the last debate reduced to 100 seconds.
Seeing Mrs Gingrich looking happy, of course, makes me happy. What a lovely Republican presidential primary season we’ve been having. So many lunatics to love. I am still waiting until we are introduced to Mrs Herman Cain. Til then, I can only revel in Mrs G’s style: sort of a midwestern drag queen ideal: platinum hair, conservative suit, expensive jewels, and pride in her man. Even her name, Callista, evokes maximum flourish.
I have already fallen in love with Michelle Bachman, the Tea Party candidate for the Republican party in the presidential campaign. Her disregard for facts, including American history (e.g., our Founding Fathers ended slavery), and her inability to speak in sentences are somehow captivating. But now I have found another reason to love this lunatic: her husband is gay! The proof is that he is a “doctor” performing ex-gay therapy, and he’s as queenie as Liberace. Plus, he’s received over $100,000 in Medicare payments for his therapeutic services. Can’t wait til one of his male sexual partners spills the beans.