How's this for Liberal guilt: I already feel bad about myself for looking forward to tonight's Vice Presidential debate in the same way that I feel wrong for rubbernecking at the scene of a car wreck on the freeway, looking for victims. But I'm not looking for a car wreck involving two vehicles. I'm expecting, rather, a locomotive running out of control, off the tracks, and off the trestle to plummet 300 feet into the gorge below (which just may be the unsuspecting site of the world's largest dung heap, say) to explode in a spectacular eruption of carnage the likes of which the world has yet to witness. Does that make me a bad person? I mean, I am hoping for some minor insights on policy. But who we kiddin'? We all already know who we're voting for, don't we? This is pure spectacle.
Maybe the Republican strategy is to appeal to Joe Biden's sense of chivalry and decency, hoping he'll bow out in a gesture of pre-debate mercy. They've implemented worse plans.
Anyway, between now and 6pm Pacific Time, I'll be BIDEN my time before the im-PALIN. Oh, that was sublime.
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