Saw a live "debate" last night. Actually, maybe "live" is the word that should be in quotes. I mean, there was flesh and blood and everything, but that whole "brain dead" thing confuses me. Does a still brain and moving mouth mean you're alive or dead?
When the guy on the left is the more reasonable, well-spoken one, you know something's wrong.
William McGowan, the other guy, embarrassed himself (well, he would have been embarrassed if he were smart enough to know he should have been) by pointing out a typo in the other guy's book. (The typo was "nonconservative" instead of "neoconservative", to describe the journal Commentary.) Even after Joe Conason, perhaps the one intelligent liberal I've seen in the past seven days, stated that it was a typo, McGowan harped on it. McGowan, a little, red insect who looked like he was ready to explode before the actual debate even started (which it never did), was literally incapable of explaining his ideas or participating in a debate.
The best part of the "debate" was when a woman in the audience interrupted a questioner. Her entire soul rejected the man's question to the point when an involuntary yelp escaped from her throat. "Stop him!" she screamed.
You gotta love partisan politics in the U.S.A.
