No doubt you have all had a nice weekend while I have endured a less than gratifying one here at chirpy, cheery Blue Skye. Good manners preclude me from sharing with you the highlights of the last few days, for while my guests can and do review me with gay abandon all over the internet and beyond, I cannot respond. Suffice to say that smoke alarms were involved along with a very cross woman wearing earphones and bunny slippers who berated your blogette at 7 this morning. Now I don't know about you, but I prefer to have a cup of coffee before being berated. In any case, you may want to revise your daydream of running a B&B in beautiful coastal Maine.
Have you done your debate prep? Are you ready to shout at the television on Tuesday? All you Romney supporters can just oil your hair and slap on the aftershave and you're ready to go, whereas we have to urge our reluctant candidate to show up and stay awake. Like Burgess Meredith in Rocky, we have to
slap his face and throw some water on him after a few minutes. Come on Barack, you can do it. Come on, bop him on the nose JUST ONCE. Do it for the dog on the car roof. Better yet, send in Michelle. Now THAT would be a debate worth watching for an electorate used to dancing with the stars and singing with the idols. That the spectacle has little or nothing to do with defining who can lead the American people intelligently, with integrity and a vision worthy of this country, is overlooked. But. I'll be there nonetheless hoping that when Romney pulls out his ACLU card, Obama will do a Seinfeld "Really?"