Last night’s Senate slapfight was a chiropractor’s dream:
Whiplash all around.
One minute Fightin’ Mike Capuano (D-Grimace) is glaring and barking at Scripted Stevie Pagliuca (D-Really! I’m a Regular Guy!). The next he’s saying what good people all his opponents are and how close they’ll stay after this race is over.
(Can’t wait for the big reunion dinner at Olive Garden. Breadsticks on Steve!)
But seriously, what’s with the Caps-slash-Pags smackdown? It’s like they’re battling for second place. Hey, guys – there’s no runoff in this primary. Didn’t your costly handlers tell you that?
Even more head-scratching – what was with the questions at the debate? All due respect to the journalists involved, those were the lamest inquiries this side of the U.S. House ethics investigation of Charlie Rangel.
Worst of the lot: “Why are you more likable than your opponents?”
I yield to no man in my respect for NECN’s RD Sahl, but good lord – did the debate producers have photos of him in Tijuana?
Meantime, Martha Coakley (D-Pack My Bags) weightlessly floated above the fray, while social entrepreneur Alan Khazei (D-Social Entrepreneur) furiously paddled below the waterline.
Bottom line: As of right now, this field is officially in amber.
Somebody book Martha’s flight to D.C.