The US elections are undoubtedly the number 1 issue at the moment, and the debates have been fascinating bookends. It’s quite remarkable how the first debate totally upended the momentum, such that by the end of the 3rd debate, Romney is looking increasingly Presidential, and Obama is distinctly rattled.
Winners are grinners – and that is looking more and more like Romney.
There has been excellent commentary about the election campaign – in particular articles on the Real Clear Politics website. Jonathon Tobin writes about Quipster Obama keeps playing a losing hand while Keith Koffler describes how Romney won the 3rd debate by a feint not a fist
Obama’s strategy is discussed here
The inimitable Charles Krauthammer offers praise in this way “Romney made a strategic decision not go after the president on Libya, or Syria, or other areas where Obama could accuse him of being a Bush-like war monger. Now I would have gone after Obama on Libya like a baseball bat, but that’s why Romney has won elections and I’ve never had to even contest them. He decided to stay away from them and I think that might have actually worked for him.”
The New Yorker magazine is furiously trying to rally the Obama troops as in the article here by Amy Davidson but the pro Romney commentators don’t let her get away with much.
Romney played it pretty safe and calm, while Obama was pulling out all the stops, getting snarkey as the expression goes. Angry versus unflappable is one description of the contest. To play to the Florida crowd, Israel was elevated by Obama from “one of our closest allies in the region” to “our closest ally” – that sounded most sincere!
Speaking of sincerity, it’s a good reminder of the George Burns line below (and seeing George Burns live was a great experience).
Here’s a Burns joke link
George Burns Stand Up Jokes
Sincerity is everything. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.
“First you forget names, then you forget faces. Next you forget to pull your zipper up and finally, you forget to pull it down.”
I love to sing, and I love to drink scotch. Most people would rather hear me drink scotch.
I smoke 10 to 15 cigars a day, at my age I have to hold on to something.
Bridge is a game that separates the men from the boys. It also separates husbands and wives.
Everything that goes up must come down. But there comes a time when not everything that’s down can come up.
Smartness runs in my family. When I went to school I was so smart my teacher was in my class for five years.
“A good sermon should have a good beginning and a good ending, and they should be as close together as possible.”
“Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman, or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.”
I can’t understand why I flunked American history. When I was a kid there was so little of it.
Don’t stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed.
“When I was young I was called a rugged individualist. When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric. Here I am doing and saying the same things I did then and I’m labeled senile.”
“Actually, it only takes one drink to get me loaded. Trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the thirteenth or fourteenth.”
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring close-knit family in another city.
There are two kinds of cruises – pleasure and with children.
“Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who’ll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you’re in the wrong house.”
If you live to the age of a hundred you have it made because very few people die past the age of a hundred.
Actually, it only takes one drink to get me loaded. Trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the thirteenth or fourteenth.
By the time you’re eighty years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.
It’s hard for me to get used to these changing times. I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty.
Old age is when you resent the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated because there are fewer articles to read.
Happiness is a good martini, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman… or a bad woman, depending on how much happiness you can stand.
Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.
When Jack Benny has a party, you not only bring your own scotch, you bring your own rocks.