6 October 2004
Okay, I admit it: I blew off the vice-presidential debate. Didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to it.
I blame this partly on John Nance Garner, who observed famously that the vice-presidency wasn't worth "a warm bucket of spit," assuming "spit" is what he really said, and partly on general indifference to the candidates. The Democrats have somehow managed to paint John Edwards as Bill Clinton with a chastity belt, and if Dick Cheney is truly pulling Dubya's strings, someone at a disclosed location (Hi, Karl!) is tugging on Cheney's.
If you care about this more than I do, and you'd almost have to, you can get the consensus of blogdom from Allah.