I’m sitting in my living room, my laptop perched on top of my outstretched legs, watching the Democratic debate, pining away for Al Gore. Still . . . how did that old song go? Oh yeah: “And if you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with.”
So, if these are my choices, who do I choose? The answer, I’m afraid is that I don’t know yet: as wimpy as it may be, color me undecided. No one has closed the deal.
But what’s astonished me during the debate, to be honest, is how good Joe Biden has looked so far. His answer to the idiotic “will you guarantee Iran won’t get nuclear weapons” question, in which he noted the far greater risk in Pakistan, was by far the best. He was also the first one to go after Rudy. He’s been funny and on point.
I very much doubt I’ll end up supporting Biden, or even that he’ll ever become a credible candidate, but I have to admit he’s looked good tonight.
Who’d of thunk it?