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Sunday, October 15, 2006
Politicin'
So what do my roommate and I do after a night of drinking Captian Morgan's Private Stock?

We go for The Ultimate Breakfast at Malvern Fire Company and then we sit around reading the New York Times and watching the Santorum/Casey debate on T.V. Because we're nerds like that. That's just the way we roll.

Question: Should we be laughing this much? This debate is hysterical. It has more drama and shenanigans than an episode of Passions. It started out hysterically when Rick Santorum was asked the first question about some innocuous thing like taxes and then appropo of nothing he started losing his shit and getting all defensive and angry and yelling at Bob Casey, who had not yet said a word. Casey, who I am voting for not because he's all that spectacular but because he is the lesser of two evils, looked so sane and calm by comparison. When Casey began his rebuttal, Santorum kept inturrupting and spazzing out. It was delicious.

The whole debate went on in this fashion. Don't get me wrong, Casey had his low moments too. But the main freak out moments belonged to Rick. Things were so ridiculously heated, I swear they were seconds away from saying, "Yo Mama!" to each other. Mike and I are betting that after the debate one of two things happened:

1.) They wrestled

2.) They had angry man sex.

Casey is currently leading in polls by 49%, thank God. I don't think Rick really helped himself out much during this debate, but during the final remarks pulled the "I'm just an Italian kid from a steel town" shtick and insinuated that Bob is just ridding on his name and his father's legacy. Which I don't think is a wrong assumption, but I'm hoping that many people don't buy it. Santorum needs to get the fuck out of the Senate, stat.


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