I thought Kerry had lightyears more poise than Bush and was glad that C-Span broadcasted no cutaways – just a constant split-screen so you could see Bush smack his lips in need of a cold one (or from depressants) or roll his eyes. He basically did everything but tell Kerry to talk to the hand. And the blinking. I mean the blinking! I haven’t seen that much over-blinking since Dr. Phil’s first few episodes before he relaxed on camera.
I wished Kery hadn’t gone the route of ‘kill these terrorists’. The word ‘kill’ seemed to steamroll any idea of due process or tribunal. But Kerry was cool as a cucumber, even as Bush threw out the Rules of Engagement and begged like a whore for Lehrer to give him more time to rebut. The malaprops and Rove-ian slips were just out of control and by God, don’t forget Poland!
I guess what continues to fascinate me as a theatre director is how Bush hasn’t improved at all in his speaking or debating skills. Probably since he so rarely has a press conference any more and even when he does he’s spoonfed pre-screened questions by a whored out reporters pool. It’s like he doesn’t even care about any kind of presentation skills or eloquence. He is the champion of dunces – a patron saint to mediocrity.