Earlier — 6 PM
I find it hard to believe that Gallup found 80 undecided voters in the vicinity of Hempstead, Long Island, who are not brain damaged. Okay, brain damaged Long Islanders are not especially rare — as anybody who ever has driven the Long Island Expressway can testify — but then we would have to ask, "Who fed them the questions?"
Perhaps some people a bit more like me kept their political views undercover — both left and right. How good was Gallup? Who the hell knows?
Needless to say, Gallup should have picked me. I'm not voting for either one of them, because both of them make me sick, and because New York is not a swing state, so who cares? I have some good questions, which neither of them would especially like to answer — and those are the questions we really need.
Well, maybe not. Maybe it's too late. Seeya later.
Later — 11 PM
Why did they bother to have those strange looking people from Long Island sitting around, reading questions from cards? Gallup may have done a reasonably good job, but I still wonder who wrote the questions. The whole "town meeting" conceit is pretty ridiculous.
Anyway, nobody seems to have slipped Obama a mickey tonight, so he was his usual stiff self — and Romney, by comparison, looked like his usual stiff self instead of (by comparison) Ronald Reagan. Anybody looking for charisma has a tough choice this year.
I guess the media will call it a draw, but I suspect Obama will get a bit of a lift — especially since, cleverly, he got the "47%" into his closing comment, so there was no opportunity for Romney to answer.
Really, though, I'm offended by all of it. Oh, and, by the way, my questions were not asked,