An Officer and a Gentleman?

This was from last week's debate, in "town meeting" style (was it really only a week ago? So much news spinning in my head since then!). Mostly what I remember from that debate is that Obama seemed more bemused (and amused) than angry by McCain's antics, and Tom Brokaw acted more like a peevish third wheel than a moderator. The rest is blurred in my head by the sound of McCain repeating "my friends, my friends" over and over, as if he was at some sort of motivational seminar.

I would have posted it earlier but 1) I've been using someone else's camera (I stupidly lost mine) and I didn't have the needed hook-up for the computer, and 2) the new puppy has been keeping me on a short leash, if you know what I mean. (There is a lot to learn about being a dog owner, not least the fact that you need to get pretty good at managing your time if you want to get anything else done. I am still in training...)

Anyway, I'm preparing to watch tonight's debate in my usual way: make and eat a good dinner, and then try to digest it without heaving while watching John McCain smirk and giggle his way through a veritable smorgasbord of half-truths.

I really hope he doesn't say "my friends" over and over tonight, like he did last week. I swear, if he says that one more time I might have to be taken away on a stretcher!