THE DEBATES? WHAT DEBATES?

The Blessèd Reverend Repulski writes: "Dropped into the Albany town library and there noticed Hunter Thompson's name on the current Rolling Stone cover. Guess what? He fell for the shoe-in Kerry jive too. Some forecasts are too painful to consider. He mistook the citizens of Aspen for the folks. Unwise."

Famous last words from the good doctor:

Did you see Bush on TV, trying to debate? Jesus, he talked like a donkey with no brains at all. The tide turned early, in Coral Gables, when Bush went belly up less than halfway through his first bout with Kerry, who hammered poor George into jelly. It was pitiful. ...

Bush signed his own death warrant in the opening round, when he finally had to speak without a TelePrompTer. ...

This year's first presidential debate was such a disaster for George Bush that his handlers had to be crazy to let him get in the ring with John Kerry again. Yet Karl Rove let it happen, and we can only wonder why. But there is no doubt that the president has lost his nerve, and his career in the White House is finished. NO MAS. ...

Hélas, as zee froggies would say. Quelle méprise!