I just watched the debate. Now that I've done my victory dance and had some ice cream and whooped it up with Jon Stewart, I can honestly say I feel better. Much better. We might still choose a president who is coherent, thoughtful, informed, and presidential. Bush looked like Randy from "Pee Wee's Playhouse." Remember him--the little bully puppet? Couldn't get that image out of my head.
Too bad it's a school night. I'd love to pop open a bottle of wine right now and crank out a bunch more letters to those attack poodle beeeeeaitches who, by morning, will be mining the deeper regions of their imaginations for ways to call it for the Chimpster, but I know what I saw. John Kerry just kicked George Bush's ass.