Some Way Out of Here

Like I’ve done four or five times thus far, I sat hunched over the computer watching last night’s debate. Initially, I couldn’t get the Fox stream going, so I actually watched an open live-blog on some site, with people posting comments faster than I could read them. Pretty sad—not sure what it is I’m afraid I’m going to miss. After 10 minutes or so, someone posted a link to where the Wall Street Journal was carrying everything, so I was able to watch the rest there, with all the usual buffering problems.

I’ve been reading all day that it was a bad night for Romney, but those parts must have gone right past me. He just needs to glide through these things at this point, and it seemed to me that he did. I know Gingrich brought the crowd to its feet—low point of the night, if you know what that was all about—but so what. There’s another one Thursday night—I think I’ve reached my limit; there are two good movie options around town that night—and then, incredibly, there are still another six after that. By the time they get to the last couple, you may literally be looking at what probably should have been the set-up all along: Romney up there alone, debating himself. The not-Romneys just get in the way.

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