Here's my take on the debate, it's both insightful and humorous, and answers the question "how would the debate be different if Jon Wurster was the moderator?" http://www.mostlymeat.com/archive_201210.php#201210041
People are being too damn sour. Obama wasn't that terrible. If you seriously have the blues over this, you could do worse than to read this Wonkette post and the comments:http://wonkette.com/485901/oh-no-democrats-it-is-time-to-for-your-mass-suicideThere is some solid level-headedness there amidst a few laffs.
In fact, what we were witnessing during the last week was brilliant prep work, perfectly timed, for his Wednesday night veer and hard charge toward the center. When Romney flat-out denied holding ANY of the beliefs or policies cited above! Not only that, but he blamed the president for failure to unleash the CFPB on Wall Street with more vigor! With panache you just had to admire, Romney moved from chutzpah… claiming that - because of his three-day-old new tax policy he had never ruled out revenue increases or asking the rich to pay more or ever proposed a vast supply-side gift of trillions to the top 1%… …all the way to flat-out lying. For example that ObamaCare is not directly modeled on the health care system he and the Democratic legislature enacted in his home state, when he was governor, down to the details of actual language in the bill. As more and more elements of Obamacare have come into action, and proved publicly popular, those portions have come into Mitt’s category of “oh, well, I’ll keep THAT part, of course.” And each time, he gets away with claiming that it is not a reversal. Or his claim that Obama’s 90 billion dollars of aid to sustainable energy was fifty times the 3-4 billions per year of tax breaks given to the oil industry… when that 90 billion is mostly not expenditure but loan guarantees resulting in much lower costs, and is spread across many years. I was reminded of an old Saturday Night Live sketch, in which a wife comes home to find her husband in bed with a bimbo and screams “what’s this?” To which he replies: “What’s what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He keeps up his denial while calmly getting dressed and the bimbo dresses and departs. Stonewalling her rage, he maintains the counterfactual with such puzzled calm and patronizing panache, while making coffee and suggesting that the wife is having blithering fantasies, that she winds up just sitting at the table with him, letting him change the subject to how her day went. Seriously. Are we that stupid? And is Obama such a klutz he will just stare at the lies, in pole-axed surprise?
Snoop Lion justifies his vote:
