So the Republicans are imploding on one another, Obama may just be debating himself tomorrow night (newsflash: McCain just might make it after all and Mississippi's Republican governor says they're having the debate, oh, yes, sir, they are), Palin doesn't know what she's talking about, we still don't have a deal on the financial crisis, and it appears that the banks are not failing. Except for WaMu.
Oh, and there was a screaming brawl in the White House this afternoon, and Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson actually got on his knees to beg some Nancy Pelosi to do something. She pointed out that it's the Republicans who are blocking the deal, not her; he agreed. David Letterman is one of the few voices of reason, mostly because he's mad at McCain for standing him up and lying about it.
It's like a particularly awful Aaron Sorkin melodrama.
(Yes, I thought the West Wing was stupid. What of it?)
I'm going to sit in the sun for the next three days and not think about it. Somebody text me if the Fed catches fire or Palin dresses a moose on the floor of the House.