Dick Cheney's bullet head and nuanced basso anchored his thoughts to his words and filled out the frame of the screen, while beside him Edwards bobbed like a tethered balloon...The Cheney team was smart to decree the VP debate had to happen from plush swivel chairs. The veep always operates from a rumbling crouch, but Edwards is not a guy who does well at sitting still.
Money quote at the end:
Cheney doesn't pass hot potatoes. He eats them, with plenty of sour cream.
* The other column nailed the whole Rather/memo fiasco better than anything else I read or heard.
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