Watching the presidential debate made me tense, but just looking at Sarah Palin’s face multiplied that tension by a thousand. Her energy was right up there with a crack addict’s. It wasn’t an inspirational, confident energy, it was a cheek-eating smile, frantically trying to search for the right words, soccer-mom on meth energy. She stressed me out. I couldn’t look at her.
Joe Biden’s energy was calm, reassuring, confident, wise, and controlled. His voice was such a polar opposite to Palin’s, that watching them go back and forth was like swimming a marathon: Hold your breath, take a breath, exhale, inhale, clench, release, tense-up, relax.
Biden was such a soothing presence to Palin’s Gee-Willy-Gosh-Darnit-Up-There-In-Alaska fever. When he talked about losing his wife and being a single parent, I got all choked up. As soon as Palin starting talking about her special needs child, I was like “Oh Christ, there it is. She lowered the boom.” Biden shot right back though, telling the audience that he knows just as well as any other parent what its like to have a kid who might not make it. YOU GO BOY!
Its Friday. The high for this Sunday is expected to be 48 degrees. Oh God, is winter really that close already? Now I’m off to get Rooferman served. Wish me luck so the cops can actually find him, and he doesn’t make a psychotic appearance this weekend.