Politics: The Debate (catfight!)

I read an amusing article before the debate predicting the role that body language would play, which concluded with the fantastic line "a robot can't dance with a cat." While Obama did have a certain feline lassitude when he wasn't speaking, comfortably draping himself against the too-tall stool with a smooth grin that barely concealed the canary feathers between his teeth, McCain was less a robot than a different kind of cat: an exhausted, mangy lion at a third-rate traveling sideshow of the kind that probably hasn't existed since the 1930s, pacing his 6x8 wheeled cage, apt to bite any hand that dare poke through the bars, then realizing all too late he doesn't have teeth anymore.