Mixed Messages

Poor commander-in-chief. Watching that walnut-sized brain work overtime in tonight's debate was as painful for me as it obviously was for him. The smirk was in full bloom. The chicken neck was visible in moments of complete cluelessness, and we now know without question that a free and democratic Iraq will solve all of our problems. Glad I watched.

Bush's mantra for the evening: mixed messages-- we can't send mixed messages; my opponent sends mixed messages, messed mixages, (he started to say that at one point), blah, blah, blah.

How ironic that the focus of the debate, the Iraq mess, a policy failure of staggering proportions, was, and continues to be, based on nothing but mixed messages.

I was hoping for Kerry to bring that up and use it to his advantage, but as usual, I was left wanting.