McCain, during the last debate, reminded me of an old bulldog who looks domesticated but is tied up because you never know when he'll come after you. It's that temper thing you keep reading about. That tight smile, isn't friendly, not to me, even when his lips are saying "My friends." over and over and over again, there's a tension crouched behind that smile that knows, without even looking, where your jugular vein is located.
Continuing my dog metaphor, Obama was like a sleek greyhound, confident that even if the old bulldog broke his tether he could easily outrun him. Which is exactly what he's doing.
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