In last night’s second presidential debate, the Ninny in Chief once again demonstrated
his congenital inadequacies as a statesman, much less as a debater. Alessandra Stanley read my mind in her description of him. Whether he’s snickering, winking, or getting hot under the collar, he’s just plain irritating. The guy’s a complete jerk. Imagine the shit Laura Bush must have to put up with being married to him.
Disclaimer: John Kerry’s use of the term “straight up” was sweet. But I take no credit for it, nor have I, uhm, let it influence my opinion.
Caption: I have no idea what Hammond Guthrie’s “Meatless in St. Louis” means. But I like it. My guess is it has something to do with a lack of substance.
