"I'm not talking about dance lessons. I'm talking about putting a brick through the other guy's windshield. I'm talking about taking it out and chopping it up. " -- Royal Tenenbaum
20 minutes into the Republican debate. Jeez. Ron Paul, the missing link in the Grumpy Old Men old men franchise, is the only one spitting any fire so far. The Huckster, of course, continues to turn a populist phrase like the rainmaking preacher he is, but do tell, doesn't Romney smack of Bush circa 2004 (i.e. a total automoton)? He and Guiliani couldn't look more disinterested in their reaction shots. Guiliani knows everything's on the line but he's tripping over his words and can't drive home a point tonight to save his life.
If McCain hadn't left behind his scrappiness somewhere on the campaign trail, I'd be excited to see him up there again.
I'm sort of longing for the misquoting, race-baiting and evasion tactics of the dem debates.
Yawn, muthafuckers. Yawn.
In other news, Jay and I got to spend a night on the town last weekend. We took in fish and chips as recommended by IrishKC then walked the Block building to view some of the new acquisitions, or newly displayed contemporary pieces in the Nelson's collection. What fun. What wonderful, world-class art we have in a town this size. We're lucky bastards.
Photo evidence on the town/two Kansas City favorites:
fish and chips at 75th Street Brewery: