I just caught the showdown at Saddleback. (What's up with the Ocean's 11 look?) Honestly, what does it say about A-merry-ca when the first time that the two men for President of these divided states hook up it's in a freaking church? Turns out that the man who gave us "a purpose driven life" *eyes rolling* is the only man in A-merry-ca who could have brought these two together. Boy, the church sure is powerful in A-merry-ca these days. I guess 911 made us all very religious. And why was it called the "Civil Forum"? Sorry, politics has long passed the point of being civil.
Anyway, a couple of thoughts: First, if we look at this little get together like we would a heavy weight fight, I would describe it like this: Obama was the classic boxer. The purist. Nimble on his feet, and full of fancy combinations. Mr. Morton, on the other hand, was the classic brawler, the puncher with a thick chin who isn't afraid to mix it up. Obama was Ali. Mr. Morton was Joe Frazier. And let's go ahead and call Rick Warren, Don King.
So who won? Alright let's go ahead and give the fight to Smoking Joe. Sorry Obamaholics, Mr. Morton beat your boy tonight. It wasn't a knockout, but he outpointed him. His punches were harder, and he was the aggressor throughout the fight. Oh your boy landed a few nice combinations, and he looked pretty good doing it. To steal a phrase from Ali: he was "floating like a butterfly." Unfortunately, he wasn't stinging like a bee. There was no pop behind those punches. The "O" man gave his typical thought out nuanced answers, and as is always the case when he debates, you could see why he made law review and not the moot court board at Harvard.
Mr. Morton was punching harder, and making direct blows. The straight talk was hitting with straight rights; and it was working. (Did you hear the audience? He had them at hello)
Of course they both had some bad moments too. The "O" man said that one of the three people whose advise he holds dear is Ted Kennedy. (Coming to a GOP commercial near you) And Mr. Morton said that being rich starts at five million dollars. (This is what being married to a woman who can wipe her ass with dollar bills for the rest of her life, and still have plenty left over, can do to your perception of wealth). I suspect that we will be hearing that comment again as well.
So anyway, after they went to their perspective corners it was left to the pundits and those of us watching in A-merry-ca to declare the winner. I am guessing that most folks saw it like I did. Unless, of course, they happen to be an Obamaholic.
Oh well, don't worry folks, there is always a rematch. Just tell your boy to train harder next time.