Readers.
It's only hours away. The showdown. The proverbial moment of truth. Palin v Biden. Biden v Palin. One on one. Mano a...mana...?
Who are you rooting for? Who do you secretly, or not so secretly, want to see fall flat on their face?
We're staying neutral. We try to report angles and observations, not opinions. Except, of course, for our well documented love for one Richard Milhous Nixon. History will prove us right about NIXON!
But man (woman) are we looking forward to this debate! Not since "gridlock!" and, "...you sir, are no Jack Kennedy" have we been primed for a vice presidential debate like we are for this one. This is almost to super bowl party level. We swear to...well, whatever...we swear we've bought tortilla chips, queso dip, and a twelve pack of fine German lager for this one. The Nixons prefer St. Pauli Girl should you be the gift giving type.
Katie bar the door and if a frog had pockets...sorry, we went all Dan Rather there for a second.
Please check back with us tomorrow, post debate, for our take on the festivities. And then, for the love of Pete, leave us a comment. Let us know you care. Sheesh. Would it kill ya to leave a damn comment?
-the Nixons.
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