Palm the cards and you can not lose. The Belmont Debates were a YAWN unmatched since the night Jimmy Carter wore a sissy-boy Cardigan Sweater to calm the country.
Yep, wearing Tim Russerts brogans Boss Brokaw made sure that a Townhall Debate morphed into The Harvard Faculty lounge. This was shameless brokering by Brokaw. He is every bit as much of a baggy pants clown as Olbermann -no mean trick that!
Take the gloves off McCain/Palin -and fill them with ball bearings.
From Tom Bevan of Real Clear Politics:
Call it a town hall about nothing. After two days of sharply negative campaigning, the buildup heading into tonight's debate was that we would see a lively and spirited exchange between the two men. The gloves were coming off, we were told.
Ninety minutes later, both John McCain and Barack Obama departed the plush, red-carpeted stage at Belmont University having sleepwalked through one of the most boring, least informative, most poorly moderated debates in recent memory. It turns out the most spirited thing that happened all night was the handshake.
