No no no no no

Am I listening to the debate?

I'm upstairs, doing things I enjoy more, instead.  Like killing stinkbugs.

On the other hand, I am occasionally wandering downstairs, where I've been hearing the lovely and much more politically attuned Mrs. Robb laugh delightedly.  What little I have heard of the debate in those brief moments tends to support the idea that on one hand, we have a bumbling, incoherent, lying political hack, and on the other, we have Mitt Romney.

Which makes me think that, perhaps, the debate is going just fine without my listening support.