We cats have spent the last few weeks mightily focused on the Election 2012 ground game. It's one of the responsibilities that comes with living in a battleground state. In fact, this past Saturday, Team Obama knocked on more than 23,000 doors in our little corner of Virginia alone (and more than 250,000 across the Commonwealth the whole weekend). Match that, Willard Mitt Romney.
But we also understand the importance of the Presidential debates. And thanks to Willard's, shall we say, "not optimal" performance last night, it appears we've taken three out of four. Which makes us PURR.
So, on to a few observations:
No doubt about it: When it's boys versus the girls in the moderator sweepstakes, the girls win, paws down.
Quick, anyone know where Mali is?
On that note, has anyone seen the Worst Person Who's Ever Lived lately? Because his ghost sure hung over Willard last night.
Paul Ryan has proven that he's not only heartless and creepy, but also not that bright. He says he "just doesn't understand" President Obama's point about our military having changed since 1916. We guess that he knows no American history predating the 1950s — the decade his social policies would take us all back to, by the way.
And speaking of which — wow, our hapless Governor, "Transvaginal Bob" McDonnell, has really embarrassed himself with that flailing tweet about how the President "insulted" the Navy. Bob, the Jerk Store called — they're looking for you.
Finally, we cats are resisting the urge to be frustrated at those declaring last night's meetup a draw. The pundits are so invested in the horse race, they refuse to admit the obvious. (See our reference, above, to winning "three out of four.") Oh, well. The bottom line is that Willard still has a narrower path to 270, and we've got the better organization. We'd rather be Us than Them.
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