Another week, another GOP debate. Know how many we've had? Eleven or 14, depending on how you count. Know how many more are scheduled? Thirteen! I am sometimes prone to exaggerate, friends, but here I do not.
Actually, there is plenty to commend the GOP debates. They prove to be far more illuminating than Andy Reid's postgame news conferences, which make one think of lost Beckett one-acts in their thorough yet monosyllabic exploration of futility.
GOP debates prove perfect for our queasy economic times in that they cost almost nothing. They provide ample job opportunities not only for underemployed one-percenters and the political punditariat, saving journalism from the shoals of despair, but also for the guy who drives those zippy lecterns around from one state to the next.
