She's so nervous, her voice shakes. She has no idea what's going on. Her answers are awkward, hesitant, stumbling, and barely skim the surface of any of the issues. She's not responding to the questions, she's stump-speeching and hitting "key points" without saying a damned thing of substance. Bush is better than her. Can you imagine?
Katie Couric waxes her at 2.35. "I'm not looking at poll numbers." "I don't care about facts." "Fred Flintstone was real." "Let's risk nuclear war with Russia over Georgia."
At 4:07, she's asked what the pros and cons are. She says nothing more than I know. If I can answer the question better than her, pigs with lipstick can fly, and French fries are Freedom Fries again, and the language of France is Freedom, too.
At 5.18, b.s. alert. This is as bad as my worst student papers.
Let freedom reign.
The last question seals the certainty of apocalypse.
So true. I started to feel bad for her after a while and had the same exact thought that Bush is better than her. Oye vey.
Posted by: Muse | 25 September 2008 at 11:27 PM