This is the first time in my life when I’ve taken a American election season seriously, so I try to be mature and cerebral about it. But I can’t help but wonder how crazy things would get if I could just for one second during last night’s debate, quantum leap into John McCain’s body and just fall back on the floor. Then magically return to my couch and watch him get up and apologize for scaring everybody.
Or what if the auditorium accidentally switched the seating arrangements for the debate audience and the audience for an episode of Maury?
“He’s got a bracelet too, bitch!”
Watching the debate was like having a 90 minute heart attack. I’ve never had a more stressful TV watching experience (This may not be true, I’ll have to think on that. I used to watch a lot of professional wrestling).
It was so little fun watching the debates, I’m not even sure if I’ll tune in for the two other presidential ones. But I’d be crazy to miss Biden/Palin.
