Admit it. You enjoyed the debates a lot more when they didn’t matter. You miss Jon Huntsman bragging about his Harley and telling a fart joke. You miss Gary Johnson telling a joke about dog poop. You miss the tension of Rick Perry’s awkward pauses that he’d drop into the middle of sentences. You miss people going nuts over Michele Bachmann’s outfits like she was some kind of political Bjork. And you miss Every. Single. Minute. of Herman Cain. We do, too.
With Newt Gingrich, Mitt Romney, Rick Santorum and Ron Paul on the stage, it’s a depressing sight. They are the Four Horsemen of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. They’re bit players in search of a leading man. These guys actually do make me miss Bob Dole. They’re like the guys who get pulled off the waiver wire to start for the team with the crappy offensive line. It’s not going to be much fun to watch unless you want to see the quarterback get killed.
We’ll be livetweeting the #fldebate, for sure. I’m going to be tweeting in DC from Matt Mackowiak‘s couch. We’re having a debate-within-a-debate. But not everyone has that option, so we here at Behind Frenemy Lines (actually Christina Gomez-Hicks of stayupearly.com) created Republican debate bingo.
That’s why Monday night I’ll be using the hashtag #BFLbingo for the funny. Click here to download your bingo card: BFL.BINGO.