Debate Eve

Tonight is both the first debate and the foreign policy debate. I'll go out on a limb: that means that the other debates don't matter.

I'm hoping that George W. Bush figuratively shits his pants (it would be cool if he literally shit his pants too), and that John Kerry actually lives up to the Cicero comparison the Republicans have been peddling, but, um, I wouldn't bet on those outcomes. I'm also not quite as despondent as some of my Kerry-voting friends. In these sorts of situations, I usually go in either with a nervous optimism or a depressed sick feeling. In this case, I can't even begin to get a predictive purchase.

Anyway, talk is idle. We can discuss this further after it's over.