The debate got a bit testy at times, but any debate that ends without drawing blood is deemed a good one.
The moderator was fairly unbiased except when she threw that piece of raw meat to the right of the stage.
The reporters stood at the ready, waiting for that one soundbite that would make the difference between peace in our time and utter chaos with no by lines.
The audience was a mixed lot. There were the apathetic types.
There were the thoughtful yet undecided voters.
There were the intolerant one-issue voters that shouted down the rest.
Then there were the frustrated ranting Canadians who left because they couldn’t vote anyway.
Some in the audience were just confused over the whole affair: red rock, black rock, red rock, black rock. Doesn’t anybody have a voter’s guide handy?
China watched from afar, deciding which American city might be the best governmental headquarters after they call in our loans.
And now on to the final debate. (Would someone go call back the Canadians!)