Can't we just vote already?

This is why I don't retain anything of the debates. Within the first ten minutes, I'm irritated about something and that's all I can think about.

Tonight it was McCain's insistence that Obama was out to get that poor plumber who wanted to buy his business and wouldn't be able to if Obama's tax plan went into action. It was from the first question. Our next president was talking about how he wanted to cut taxes for the majority of people - 95%, ish. And Blinky McCain kept interrupting.

Yeah. But what about Joe the plumber?

And the better Obama's plan sounded, the more agitated he became.

Yeah, but you're not helping Joe the plumber? Don't you like Joe the plumber? Just because Joe the plumber makes more than $250,000 a year doesn't mean he couldn't use a tax break just like those men trying to support a wife, three kids, an ex-wife, two other kids and feed a dog on $30,000.

It became so ridiculous that even Joe the plumber was saying, "Oh. Please just give it a rest. I'll pay more taxes."

And now, here we are on question five or something, and all I know is that McCain blinks about 137 times a minute, and Obama's tax plan means I get a tax break. But, really, what more do I need to know?Obama '08!

Play Them Off, Tom!

What is wrong with Barack Obama & John McCain? Don't they have manners? They're trying to appeal to the common people (me and you, dear reader) but they find that they are above Tom Brokaw's traffic light? I say it's bullshit.I think as soon as the red light hits, Tom should be able to hit his IR and have rap music blast over the system. If our candidates want to relate to middle America, we should start with treating them like middle America. People, celebrities are our most important people ever and the Oscars play them off all the time. What makes Obama and John McCain any better than Jack Nicholson or Jessica Lange?

It's making me crazier than my inability to keep my eyes off of the audience response graph at the bottom of the screen.

Get Over It Already.

Democrats of the United States, stop being such pussies.

Recently, Erica and I were sitting around with some friends at our house discussing what to do with our upstairs bathroom. Since our move last November, it has remained the one spot where we couldn't make a decision on which way to go with it, decor-wise.

Wallpaper? Paint? What colors? Someone suggested chalkboard paint.

Shouldn't people be able to write on a bathroom wall?

Days later we (read: Erica) bought the paint and a box of chalk and got to work.

Now we spend an inordinate amount of time in there doodling and it's filling up nicely. We've got the requisite, "for a good time call ..." entry as well as a nice "AC/DC" tag. During the Barack Obama speech at the DNC, our friend added "Barack Around The Clock". A couple of nights ago another friend added a political note of her own: "Flush Palin!" with an arrow pointing toward the toilet bowl. I thought it was funny and clever but then it got me thinking about this Palin hysteria.

Since when have we been so intimidated by a Vice Presidential candidate? It's like McCain isn't even running anymore. All you hear about these days is this redneck who is the mayor of a town smaller than Fitzgerald. As someone pointed out recently, the entire city of Wasilla couldn't even sellout Radio City Music Hall.She's another douche bag VP Candidate. Remember Dan Quayle? He was a douche and you didn't see the media or the Democratic party running scared because he was going to get Bush elected. From what I remember, Bush was elected in spite of Quayle. Not because of him.

Now I get that Sarah has other qualities that Danny didn't. She's likable. I mean, not for me. I find her abhorrent. But pretty much everyone between LA and NYC can find something endearing about her. Hockey mom, nice legs, good hunter. And, this fact certainly frightens me as much as the next sensible voter. However, can't we play it cool?

The more we focus on her, the more apparent the fact that we're all terrified of her. (I'm talking to you, Obama.)