After saving the economy, John McCain found spare time between naps to show up for the first of three scheduled debates with Obama. Though he desperately wanted to delay the debate, his “tactic” or “strategy” (whichever you prefer) blew up in his own face. McCain had no choice but to face America. I was so glad that he did decide to come. This meant that my elitist friends and I would be entertained with political theater to accompany our cheese plates and fancy cucumber cocktails. We had so much fun laughing and gasping that we managed to miss McCain’s greatest faux pax of the evening, “Horse Shit, Horse Shit.”