Wow! Surely last night's high-octane hoedown at Hofstra will go down as the "He Did, In Fact, Sir" Debate. We cats PURR in the direction of CNN anchor Candy Crowley for her impressive real-time fact-checking. (And as wise heads are pointing out today, it's never the winning side that whines about the moderator.) Meanwhile, here are some other thoughts we'd like to share before our sixth nap of the day.
Our President apparently has realized that Republicans have driven the level of political discourse so low that calm, reasoned discussions — like the one he went to Denver two weeks ago expecting to have — are impossible. And he responded brilliantly. Thank you, Willard Mitt Romney, for giving Barack Obama permission to be mad.
The winning side also never complains when a wife applauds for her husband. Goodness gracious, these Romneybots are a bunch of babies.
Why wouldn't a Mormon have binders full of women?
(By the way, did you hear how Willard bent the truth with that "binders" story? He didn't ask for the binders — he was the passive recipient of them. The nonpartisan organization MassGAP spent a year collecting resumes and then presented them to their Governor-elect in the hope that he would appoint women to important positions in state government. We cats aren't surprised — but we HISS anyway.)
Willard had to practice sitting on a barstool? Why? He's sat on them before. More lies.
Finally, did you see the look on Willard's face when Candy Crowley corrected him on Libya? We cats could practically read his mind: "How dare this fat girl talk that way to me?" Romney is an overbearing, officious snoot who clearly thinks he's entitled to the Presidency. Or in the words of Babu, a very, very bad man.
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