Let Us Talk About That One, My Friends
- Politics -

Look, my friends, at various points in last night’s town hall debate in Nashville, I felt fairly certain Senator John McCain would rear back and launch himself at Sen. Barack Obama.
I am also fairly certain McCain was not referring to Obama in the roundabout 2,823,892 times he used the phrase “my friends…”
(Note: That is an unofficial count. Consider the error margin: +/- 2,000,000)
Not that the two were especially heated and firing back and forth at any particular point, but the intimate, podium-less setting provided the imaginative type (I know I’m not the only one) a visual for the 1-in-1,000 chance that the town hall debate would turn into a town hall brawl.
(Ah, fisticuffs! Where would democracy be without it?)
McCain’s demeanor was as fiery and pointed as a candidate down in most every national poll should be.
Obama’s demeanor was as calm and poised as a candidate ahead in most every national poll should be.
Despite the McCain campaign implying that for the rest of the campaign it would “turn the page” on the economy and focus on Obama’s ties to various persons of controversy, the questions from the town hall debate were mainly focused on how everyday working Americans would pay their bills and be optimistic despite the current poor state of the economy.
Each candidate spared no time limit – much to the dismay of NBC moderator Tom Brokaw – to explain their key campaign talking points, no matter what the question was.
For every figurative punch, an appropriate and long-winded counterpunch followed. That was, except for when McCain would just toss in the “he’s gonna tax you!” jab as his time ran out and subject moved on.
Neither candidate seemed to blow the audience away. Each had their moments, but it barreled down to being more of the same rhetoric heard at every campaign stop in the country. (Granted, McCain did not mention William Ayers, and Obama did not mention the Keating Five scandal.) Polls and the questioners showed that the number one issue on Americans’ minds is the economy; leave your political finger-pointing and personal jabs at the door, we say.
A rather interesting moment in the debate came early when the candidates were asked to name who they would choose to be Treasury Secretary. Neither candidate gave an outright answer. Instead, McCain answered first by throwing out either a bad joke or jab: “Not you, Tom.”
I laughed at what seemed more like a joke to me. Unfortunately, the moderator did not seem to feel the same way, judging by Brokaw’s demeanor throughout the rest of the debate. At various points throughout the debate, Brokaw took time away by restating rules and time limits in an agitated tone. Of course, Brokaw was determined to keep within the rules each campaign agreed on, as was his job as moderator, but this was assuming that any two chatty politicians (redundant: politicians all seem to be chatty) would ever fully comply.
Another odd moment came when McCain answered a question from a gentleman, possibly in his early 30’s, about Americans paying for mortgages in this economy by telling him, “I’ll bet you, you may never even have heard of them before this crisis.” It seemed like a tone parents give to their children when saying, “This is probably way too grown up for you. You’d never understand.” He may not have meant to phrase the words the way he did, but McCain came off as demeaning and very offensive.
And last, but not least, was the demotion McCain gave to Obama. At first, Obama was mocked for being a celebrity of sorts, and called “The One” by the McCain campaign. This time around, McCain brushed off Obama’s relative importance by referring to him simply as “That One,” as he gave a sideways head nod in his opponent’s general vicinity. Maybe McCain was trying to put Obama in the way old veterans do the new kid on the block, but it ended up coming off as a “grumpy old man” moment.
My own simple conclusion of this night came down to this:
The key difference between the town hall format and other campaign debates is that the candidates get a chance to be face-to-face with questions of regular, everyday Americans – you know, Joe Six Pack and whathaveyou – and delicately walk around their questions just as if they were sitting in the moderator’s seat.
After all, hockey moms, Joe Six Packs, construction workers, emergency service workers, town hall debate attendees and moderators, each only get one vote come November 4, 2008. Might as well give every voter fair and balanced treatment.


No need to follow every second of the Democratic National Convention stuck in front of the television.
The W. administration has Petraeus and Crocker stepping to the beat handed down from above. The reports given this week were merely rehashes of what the White House public relations department conjured up as to the best “spin words” to translate the “realities” (or fantasies) of war for public consumption.
W. did the Iraqi people a favor by taking out Saddaam Hussein. He was a tyrannical ruler, and has the blood of thousands of innocent Iraqi people on his hands.
Speaking of my own dissent against the war in Iraq, I think of Monsoor and those 4,000-plus casualties as I voice my disagreement with W. and his administration’s poorly planned, chaotic, indefinite occupancy in Iraq. The ideal number for casualties of war: ZERO. The sooner we average that per day, the sooner Americans will be better off.
One of the most intriguing figures in the now infamous “Spitzer Scandal,” is Governor Eliot Spitzer’s estranged wife, Mrs. Silda Alice Wall Spitzer.
The New Jersey girl named as “Kristen” in the scandal, 
