DON'T BAIT ME, JUST DEBATE ME.

The three presidential debates were fascinating for their mano-a-mano aspects. These weren't debates,  these were dog fights, and were reported as such. "He looked like he was going to hit him at one point!" said one excited TV commentator. The first debate had Romney as a yard dog. Snapping and growling at poor Obama who seemed to have left his fight at home. He kept looking down as if trying to remember why he was there. He got off a few good shots, but all in all, he was down for the count when the match finished. The next debate had both candidates moving and jabbing, moving and jabbing. The President was awake, present, and gave as good as he got. Romney is a mauler, and at one point while spewing facts and figures as if he actually understood the math behind them, the president tried to point out a few discrepancies, and Romney told him to back off "you'll get your turn." Hey Mitt, that's not just another guy, that's the President of these United States! I shouted at my TV. Have a little respect. But Mitt was out for blood, and like a hungry vampire, he had no other focus. Obama came off a classier fighter. Sugar Ray Robinson in his prime. The last debate found Mitt Romney more subdued. His handlers had obviously told him he was looking like a brute in a suit. That doesn't win over moderates. So Mitt shifted gears for the last debate determined to look presidential. We saw a calmer, more reasonable Romney. Not trying to bite off Obama's ear this time. In fact he agreed with the President a good part of the time. Obama poked and punched this new cutout of Mitt Romney and won the match. So, it's pretty much a tie. It was good theater but not a good debate. We learned nothing new. Each man repeated his basic stump speech. Next time just put on the damn gloves. If your going to give us a blood match, just do it, for real, and save us from having to listen to campaign speeches that we're already tired of hearing.