Jim Lehrer: “This
is the part where I kick things off by appearing completely unprofessional and
scatter-brained despite my sterling reputation and years of experience indicating
I should perform otherwise. After I finally figure out where I am, I kick off
the first session. Let’s start with President Obama, who apparently won some
type of coin toss.”
President Obama: “This
is the part where I seem to be a little unfocused, rambling on about something
that involves the anniversary of my marriage to Michelle Obama. Even though I
didn’t marry Michelle Obama. I married Michelle Robinson. Maybe I just get
flustered with any last name that starts with ‘R-O’. What was the actual
question?”
Mitt Romney: “I
don’t care what the question is. Me and my weirdly-gelled hair are here to
prove that Okenya has destroyed this entire country, especially the parts that
have country clubs.”
JL: “I don’t think
either of you actually answered the question, but I might have forgotten to
take some sort of important pill and I really don’t know if…”
PO: “I was talking
to a woman in one of the lesser states the other day and she was so thankful
about what I’ve done for this country that she offered me one of her low-cost
prescriptions that might help me appear to be more energetic in a national debate.”
MR: “That woman is
a pig for having thanked you. I was talking to my wife, Marie Antoinette, in
one of our lesser houses the other day and SHE thanked ME for our own marriage,
where we are so super wealthy that we get to have Mormon slaves who take care
of everything, including her impregnations and a human shield that prevents us
from ever having to see reality. Just like Rush’s high-cost prescriptions.”
JL: “I really
don’t know where this is going…”
PO: “Mr. Romney is
a little confused about his facts, but I need to rest against this podium for a
minute and try to get my strength back while I mystifyingly don’t contradict
him…”
MR: “Screw facts
and screw resting. This is the part where I get to wave my finger defiantly at
you while I make up some more crap about some things I said but I’m now going
to claim that I didn’t say.”
JL: “Why in the
hell did we not opt to have commercial breaks?”
PO: “Your fiscal
plan is, um, way wrong. Can somebody bring me a stool?”
MR: “I don’t have
a fiscal plan that has any basis in real life. But that’s really not important,
because everyone at Fox News knows
that as long as I keep moving my lips, they’ll be able to manipulate the video
so that it appears that I said something more important than Jesus ever said.
So I’m going to bellow and bellow and bellow and…”
JL: “Mr. Romney,
you’re a little over you time limit…”
MR: “Screw you.
YOU don’t have a house in the Hamptons. I don’t have to listen to you.”
JL: “Umm….”
MR: “And bellow
and bellow and…”
PO, visibly shaking off the effects of malaria or
whatever the issue might have been: “Mitt,
there’s not a single competent economist on the planet who agrees that your
budget plan will work.”
MR: “It doesn’t have to work, it just has to get me
elected. I’m going to stand here and keep repeating that it will work until the polls are in my
favor. I don’t have a day job, I’ve got all the time in the world.”
JL: “Can someone
remind me what topic we’re on at this point?”
PO: “Mitt, you
have a five trillion dollar tax cut in your plan. With no additional revenue.
How can that work?”
MR: “I’ve never
said the words ‘five’ or ‘trillion’ or ‘dollar’ or ‘I accept responsibility for
my habitual lying’ in my entire life. What part of ‘I just need to get elected’
do you not understand?”
PO: “Well, I
understand about getting elected, having already done that a few times. But you
have to work on your political agenda to make sure you satisfy as many people
as you can. It’s the American way.”
MR: “Then you’re a
stupid man. All you have to do is say whatever your audience wants at the time
and then deny it the next day. Obviously you’ve never read the Republican
handbook. See, folks? Obama can’t even read. I have lots of people who read
books and explain them to me, so I’m the better candidate. And now I’m going to
bellow some more, because it’s really not important what comes out of my mouth
as long as I keep talking and they have video editors at Fox News. Bellow and bellow and meaningless bellow and…”
JL: “Um, Mr.
Romney, could you try to stay on topic and not talk past your time limit and-“
MR: “You don’t have a house in the Hamptons!
Shut up.”
JL: “Okay, my bad.”
PO: “Does anybody
have some water? I just need a little sip of something…”
MR: “People who
make water have lost their jobs because the Republicans, um, I mean YOU, have blocked the Jobs Creation
bill repeatedly.”
PO: “Hold up. I haven’t
blocked anything. Boehner and Cantor are the ones who-“
MR: “People don’t
have water! All because of you and your Muslim evil-doing. I talked to a woman
the other day who hasn’t had water since 2007.”
PO: “I wasn’t
actually the President at that time and-“
MR: “People are
stupid! I’ve made it this far depending on the stupidity of people with the
attention span of road-kill. This is America! Where rich, white people control
everything.”
JL: “Oh dear God.
I just want to go home. Somebody call my agent.”
Random Democrat in the audience: “Is this really happening? There hasn’t been
a word out of Mitt’s mouth that got within miles of the truth. Why isn’t Obama
shutting him down?”
Random Republican in the audience: “Mitt is the new Jesus! I want to have his
baby!”
Random Independent in the audience: “And why
is it that we don’t have a third political party with any real significance?”
Jim Lehrer’s agent, texting: “Dude, I know
you took your vitamin supplements this morning, what the hell is wrong with
you? This is really going to affect your speaking tour when you retire…”
Ann Romney: “I’m
bored. Aren’t we paying somebody to change the channel when I want them to?”
Anne Rice, out of nowhere: “And people wonder why I turned to vampires
for comfort during my time of need…”
Michelle Obama, somewhere not at the debate: “Sasha, Malia, head on upstairs to bed. Momma
needs to talk to Daddy when he gets home, and you don’t need to hear this.”
Michele Bachmann: “What’s
a debate?”
Marcus Bachmann: “I
did not sleep with that man. I was
healing him.”
Britney Spears: “Buy
my new album! There’s one song where I actually sing!”
Madonna: “Bitch,
please.”
Jim Lehrer: “I
think I might have lost control at some point…”
Mitt Romney: “Damn right you did, working for that
liberal network with Big Bird and children who know how to count. You killed
Jesus! Or somebody that was important. I don’t have to prove it I just have to
say it.”
President Obama, whispering to a Secret Service agent
that really doesn’t care: “I had no idea
that Romney could even put a sentence together.”
Secret Service Agent:
“Dude, he’s like lying out his ass. Say something!”
PO: “But it’s not
part of the plan. I have a plan. I always have a plan. I just don’t always
explain it to people. Michelle gets a little pissed about that.”
Agent: “Okay,
look, this is kind of an important election. Maybe you should alter the plan a
little bit and quit just standing there and taking it and making Romney look
like he’s right. I can guarantee you that there are a whole bunch of
Republicans having an orgasm right now. Or at least ordering their servants to
have one for them. Call his ass on this.”
Jim Lehrer: “Is
somebody talking on stage when it’s not his turn? Other than Mitt Romney?”
Mitt Romney: “I’m
gonna kill that bird.”
Anne Rice: “Doesn’t
matter. I’ll make him come back to life in the next book in my vampire series.
I think I’ll set this one in Cozumel, because there’s always a lot of stupid
people running around and not paying attention and drunkenly going down the
wrong street. A lot like New Orleans,
but with more humidity and less important architecture…”
Producer of the show:
“Does anybody have any idea what is going on right now?”
Assistant Producer:
“Well, bloggers across the country are breaking their necks trying to
get to a keyboard. Does that help?”
Jim Lehrer: “Okay,
I believe that we’re on session 3 of the agenda. Or maybe we’re still on 2
because I really don’t have any control here. Mitt, since I’m now apparently
your bitch, maybe you could let me know where-“
Mitt Romney: “I
totally refute everything I said before today. Everything. Somebody else said
it. Whatever I said, I don’t agree with it anymore, and now I’m going to say
what it takes to get me elected, because that’s how the Republican process
works. I get to change my answers now that all the other Republican candidates
are ass-up in the wind. And screw the facts. We all know that doesn’t matter as
long as Fox News is still on the air.”
President Obama: “Bingo.
I finally and lethargically got you to say what I wanted you to say.”
Secret Service Agent:
“Dude, part two, I really don’t know if the world is going to understand
your agenda based on how this thing went. Just sayin. Maybe next time you could
drink a Red Bull?”
Random Republican woman in the audience: “Bring back polygamy! I want to marry Mitt
Romney and make sure there are more of him in this world even though I couldn’t
stand him during the primaries. Because that’s how we Republicans roll.”
Random Democratic woman in the audience: “Sister Girl, you are jacked up in the head
if you are even considering voting for Romney. Are you seriously giving up
ownership of your own vagina and everything else that you’ve worked for in your
life?”
Republican woman: “Work?
What is that?”
Hillary Clinton, texting from yet another country she’s
had to visit as Secretary of State in the hopes of undoing the political damage
inflicted by Little Bush, Little Boehner, Little Rove, and the dumb-ass Supreme
Court Justices who upheld Citizens United and unleashed the Beast of Corporate
Greed: “I’m on it. Like I always am. Do
you think I would have a hairstyle like this if I wasn’t serious? Have somebody
make some coffee and I’ll be there in the morning.”
Mitt Wrongme:
“What time is it? Has it been long enough that I can change what I just
said?”
President Obama:
“Did you hear the part about bloggers scrambling to certify what you’ve
babbled all night? It’s the modern age, Mitt. People in Tokyo already know what
you just said.”
Mitt: “Tokyo?
Didn’t we bomb them? At least I think one of my companies did. Before I
outsourced it.”
PO: “Night, Mitt.”
Secret Service Agent to PO: “Dude, part three, kind of a risky move, don’t
you think, letting the people make their own interpretations of what happened
tonight.”
PO: “Really? I’m
thinking I just let Mitt show the world what he’s really like.”
Agent: “Yeah, but
this is America. There are a lot of stupid people out there. When you don’t
confront his lies, you look weak.”
PO: “I had one night where I was off. Mitt has had
364 of them. We’ll bounce back.”
Agent: “Tell that
to Howard Dean. Fox News will spin
the hell out of this.”
PO: “Let them
spin. Maybe someday they’ll land on an actual fact.”
Random Republican, leaping out of her seat and hollering
despite the supposed “Quiet Game” rule for the audience: “Romney is the Messiah because Rush Limbaugh
said so. I willingly pledge that my vagina is now corporate property of Citizens
United and Grover Norquist!” (Amid the scattered applause, someone hands the
woman a toaster oven as a membership prize. It appears to be Ann Coulter, but
it’s hard to tell when it comes to drag queens who look really tired and
haven’t properly moisturized.)
Random Democrat in the audience, unfortunately seated
next to the delusional woman who doesn’t understand property rights and
free-thinking: “This is 2012, right? Who invited somebody from the Old Testament?”
Anne Rice again, texting from Cozumel where she is
already scribbling away on her next Vampire Chronicles entry: “Now
do you believe me that the dead are already walking the earth?”
Jim Lehrer: “Um,
can somebody validate my parking ticket. Because I’m not really sure if I’ll be
back…”
End trans.
That about sums it up. Can you do one for Biden versus Rand -er, Ryan next? I skipped that one.
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Hey Kathie,
DeleteSorry, I somehow missed this comment coming in, and as you can surmise by now, I didn't do a snarky little post about the vice-presidential debate. But I think it's fair to say that my thoughts on that event were best captured when Bill Maher posted "Hello 9-1-1? There's an old man beating a child on my TV." Nuff said.
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