Democratic master-debaters, sorry, adults only

I pride myself on taking a different look at the news of the day. You'll get all the pundits giving you the blow by blow from a debate that was, in a word, NASTY. Particularly between Obama and Hillary. Hillary came out swinging, biting and scratching. In fact, she was every girlfriend I have ever had a nasty break up with. I can only imagine how she would have gone after Obama if they had had sex before. I think the debate would have gone something like this...

WOLF BLITZER: Se-na-tor O-ba-ma, you, uh, cl-aim you are in the war on ter-ror for the lo-ng hau-l. If you cou-ld p-lea-se w-ork Ma-rt-in Lu-th-er K-ing in-to y-our an-s-wer.

OBAMA: Wolf let me just say, like Dr. King, I have seen the promised land of a world without terror. And I am in this for the long haul, but...

HILLARY: I'm sorry, I have to cut in here, Wolf. When Obama and I were together the other night he couldn't last two minutes, and I hope he's not going to use that pea shooter as a weapon, not unless he wants our enemies to laugh to death. and by the way, Barack, my dog kisses better. Guess it's not true what they say about the size of a man's hands. Maybe I should sue you for false advertising, but then the case might be tossed out for lack of evidence.

WOLF: Pl-ease, H-ll-ar-y, no p-er-so-nal a-tt-acks...Ba-ra-ck are y-ou c-ry-ing?

BARACK: Somethin' in my eye. It's nothing, really.

HILLARY: That's what I said the other night, really, it's nothing. At least Barack got something in his eye, that's more than I got.  Oh, my, he is crying. Well, I guess you better go home and have a really good cry, mama's boy.

EDWARDS: I'd like to weigh in on this if I might.

HILLARY: You could weigh in on a feather, shrimpy. Drop trou, buddy, lets see what you got. If its bigger than six inches you might just double in height...

Wow, I guess on second thought, last night's debate wasn't all that bad.