THURSDAY THURSDAY THURSDAY!

You'll pay for the whole seat, but you'll only need the edge! SEE President George Bush take on battlin' John Kerry in an ALL-OUT, no-holds-barred CAGE MATCH OF DEATH!!! Then watch the ROBOTIC Dick Cheney duke it OUT with Johnny "Sunshine" Edwards in the "Your Mama So Fat!" roast! BE THERE!

OK, so I may be exaggerating a bit. The "debate" is more a publicized conference, given the lame-ass rules they insist on including in an effort to ensure that the thing is as boring as possible. There's a DKos post about something to watch out for, so that might be interesting.

Steve Gilliard posts an interesting account from Iraq.

I am house bound. I leave when I have a very good reason to and a scheduled interview. I avoid going to people's homes and never walk in the streets. I can't go grocery shopping any more, can't eat in restaurants, can't strike a conversation with strangers, can't look for stories, can't drive in any thing but a full armored car, can't go to scenes of breaking news stories, can't be stuck in traffic, can't speak English outside, can't take a road trip, can't say I'm an American, can't linger at checkpoints, can't be curious about what people are saying, doing, feeling. And can't and can't. There has been one too many close calls, including a car bomb so near our house that it blew out all the windows. So now my most pressing concern every day is not to write a kick-ass story but to stay alive and make sure our Iraqi employees stay alive. In Baghdad I am a security personnel first, a reporter second.

I'm sure this person is too busy trying not to get blown to hamburger to report on all the good things we must be doing in Iraq. Somewhere. Where nobody can see. Remember this when W tells you how rosy everything is going.