Drinking game for tonight's debate

McCain will never say "working class."

"Middle class" is the only pander-approved class-based word.

...

Can't I just drink heavily, anyway?

The McCain-Palin parade came to town today. Our 'main street' was swamped with confused-looking white people in suits. Fox News invaded the popular local diner, with a spritely blond in a red pants-suit (snaps for Hillary!) asking everyone what their "hopes and fears" were about the economy. I got myself all worked up into a lather, preparing to spew venom about neo-liberals, greed, Fox News, etc. and then. . . politely said 'no thanks' when she came around to talk to me. Something about having a huge camera shoved in my face makes me suddenly feel skinny, pale, unphotogenic and incoherent.

I'm sure they would have edited me out, anyway.

Because I am, incorrigibly, all of these things.

I was rather pleased when, after the news crew left, one of the waitresses in the diner muttered to me, "I hate those assholes!"