Wednesday, October 06, 2004

First and foremost

Who needs politics when you can drown out the world?

Seth has started a new music blog: Lonely Horizons

Check it, wreck it, let's begin.

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Debate 2: Debate Not as Hard

I missed most of the Edwards-Vader constest because of a marathon day at work. What I caught — about the last 20 minutes or so — was at a bar on a TV with closed captioning (Time Warner is always at least a partial failure), and that was apparently the most tepid part of the, by then, tired affair.

So going off what little I saw, which looked for the most part like rote repetition of talking points, I wasn't impressed by either candidate. Combine that with conversations with friends (both soft lefties) and the stuff I read (mostly lefty, with glances at convservative links), adjusting for ideological bias, accounting for possibly hijacked online polls that seriously backed Edwards, figuring in a media that sounds like they wanted to give the debate to Cheney to ensure (unnecessarily) this whole show stays close, and looking through the large prism of uninformed speculation, I'd call this thing a litmus test.

If you really liked your candidate before, holy shit, do you love him now!

And any moderate who dare call it a draw is, was, and always will be a "hack" who is adjoined to a number of adjectives associated with very raw sex.

I can't say; didn't see it. But so far on the big sites that are posting feedback (Drum and Sullivan), the partisan elements of both parties are calling it not just a victory for their side, but a "devestating victory," in which my main man "mopped the floor" with the other guy, who looked "clueless," "wobbly," and "lost."

Which is exactly what you'd expect if both men stuck to the current accepted party lines.

Of course, I'm still hoping this election turns into a K/E blowout just so Cheney will shockingly walk out in the middle of the third debate, lift Bush above his head, and throw him into the long, dark chasm of the spin zone, never to be heard from again, as vague echoes of "Can I finish?" drift back from the chaos.