No Liveblogging!

Will, I'm an innocent American victim of Wall Street greed. And I'm angry. I'm angry. John McCain understands that. Obama won't let me buy a plumbing business! Obama wants to buy my house though. That's great! So I'm leaving the debate for the beach right now. My neighbors will love living next to Obama's adorable children. Frozen strawberry margaritas for all with my awesome tax cut.

I feel terrible! I live for the people.

But I've got a deadline.

Boooo! This isn't about what YOU know happens, it's about your entertaining US. Get your priorities straight

Sorry, I misplaced my my license. I shouldn't even be doing this.

Go ahead and read it. Learn something. Then I'll come pick it up.

Deal.

Come blog with us! Or are you "eating dinner" now, too?

P.S. I found your copy of "Morals by Agreement" on my bookshelf the other day. I never read it. Give me your address and I'll mail it to you.

But /we/ don't, and I much prefer your interpretations to the candidates themselves.

It'll always exist in my RSS reader.

Define "exist"

Paul, On the contrary. Todd, Did you precognize it too?

That was crazy. Just crazy.

You, sir, are drunk.