If this election was a romance novel, Barack Obama would be the bad boy who promises that, if you just let him have his way with you, you won’t get pregnant (honest!). He then tells you that his friend Eddie will pay for your birth control. Eddie doesn’t follow through, but Barry’s persuasive. After Bad Barry has abandoned you and your baby, the manly, square-jawed Mitt comes along and helps you straighten your life out. You fall in love with him and elect him president.
Have you ever noticed that Obama clips off the end of his words, as if he regrets having given them to you. That’s why I don’t hear a great orator; I hear a guy with a poker up his . . . orifice.
If the October surprise is that Obama’s having talks with Iran, I don’t think that’s a good thing (“keep him in the White House so that the channels of communication open”), I think it’s a dreadful thing. It’s scary thinking of what Obama will give away in such talks.
Romney had better find his inner aggressive guy tonight during the debate. In the wake of the Benghazi debacle, Obama needs to be pushed against the wall, and Bob Schieffer won’t do it. I fear, though, that Romney will sound more than usually tongue-tied, since foreign policy is something he knows in his head, but doesn’t feel in his gut. I’m definitely a bit worried about tonight. If Obama tells the truth, he’ll be in trouble, so he’ll lie — and I just hope Romney can handle that.