the local news channels are all in a tither and wetting themselves because the world seems to be converging on our doorstep in anticipation of tonight's edition of bungling brothers republican debate-circus.   with swirling clouds of contention developing and threatening to unleash a down-pour of discord, the potential of simultaneous cage-matches between trump and carson, bush and rubio where the fight continues for that one last seat in the lifeboat just might leave the others clinging to whatever floats, trying to maintain some air of dignity as the ship flounders in the storm and the shit, and anything else that's not tied down, inevitably starts to fly.

it's entirely possible that those sitting at the kids table have the potential to make the greatest impression since they'll be out of the direct line of fire and thereby avoid some inevitable large cleaning bills;  back-tracking can end up being quite expensive.   the question however remains as to whether any of them will be able to survive because it's hard to tell just how many will actually be paying attention to them.

in the end, somebody will have to tell me how it all ends up since i have better things to do...like adding to my belly-button lint collection.   now, i'll have to cut this short because they're about to introduce the line-up of candidates for one last group-shot.

gee.   has donald done something new with his hair?   whatever, let the flinging begin.   everybody duck.