Not Going To Write About the Debates

I'm not even going to write about lasts night's presidential debates. You wanna know who won? Obama did. You wanna know how McCain came off? Well, he was so disrespectful and dismissive of Obama that I am not the only one to suspect racism as a motive for his behavior.

And where was Palin after the debates? Having a moose steak and a beer down at the local pub? Because Biden was all over the teevee, talking up his candidate. McCain sent Giuliani in Palin's place. I mean, Giuliani. C'mon, guys. I like me an overcompensating, trash-talking transvestite with a 9/11 fetish as much as the next chick, but what the hell does Giuliani have to do with anything? That guy's so mean that, as Joan Rivers once suggested of another flaming asshole, his dildo must be pinching him.

Did I just quote Joan Rivers? Yes, that's how bad it was.

But I'm not going to write about the debates. I'm not going to write about the debates. I'm not going to write about the debates.