STRANGE BEDFELLOWS

While the economy flounders, Barack and McCain engage in a contest of endurance rather than intelligence. What a shame. They might as well be having a daily food fight. I've learned nothing from either candidate. They are shadows waving the flag and spouting the message of the day, each message a strand in what they hope will be a big enough net to capture the most votes. They'll tell you what you want to hear, like a man trying to get a woman to go to bed with him. Oh yeah, and like the woman being wooed, we believe they love us, and we hope as we succumb, we won't get screwed, not in a bad way. But their eyes are on the mirror, and we're just another notch on their belt. Still although we're bedding with a stranger, there's still hope. Everything they tell us can't be bullshit. Can it?