DAMN. I apologize, Mr. President.

I confess - I was one of the "concerned" crew after the debate - wringing my hands, gnashing my teeth, rending my garments because President Obama didn't refute Romney's lies and call him on his 47% bullshit. Oh, I calmed down by the end of the night, but I still couldn't fathom how he could stand there so calmly while Mitt spewed lies.

But a funny thing happened the next day. All I heard (from the few people who are brave enough to talk politics with me) was, "Why did Obama let Mitt lie?" and "Why did Obama let Mitt talk all over him?" They were frustrated with Obama. But they were MAD at Romney. Romney came off looking like a liar. Worse, a bully. They didn't come out and say it. Hell, it might not have even occurred to them on a conscious level. But the way they phrased their questions said it loud and clear.

And then, when I read about Romney's visit with our boy Hannity, and his oh-so-sincere, "Come on, baby...you know I didn't mean it" announcement, it finally hit me.

You'll notice I didn't say "I saw it", because like so many others, I didn't see it. And that was the point. Romney was counting on a shot at rolling out his canned apology in front of an audience of 65 million people. Hell, it was probably written down on that piece of paper he smuggled in. He craved that opening so badly he could taste it. And Obama didn't give it to him.

Poor Mitt...he could have debuted that whopper in front of the world. Instead...well, at least his audience was better than that of a late-night infomercial. What a setback.

So Mr. President, I apologize. All these years I've chuckled along with everyone else over phrases like "rope-a-dope" and "multi-dimensional chess", but I didn't really get it. I mean, I knew you were smart, but...DAMN, dude. Your strategy went light years beyond smart.
Your strategy was fucking brilliant.



Although...sorry. I can't give you credit for the Big Bird debacle. That was ALL Mitt.