Barack is playing at my house, my house!

The CormanYu Commune has been hosting the debates lately, enjoying the candidates in high-def with neighbors and friends. Tuesday night was a Nixon-Kennedy redux, what with the handsomest, presidentialy-est of presidential candidates and some old, waxen-faced crank side by side, don't you think?

The VP debate last week has been my favorite thus far, as it reminded me how good I feel about not being a member of the Republican base (when Palin opened with the "I learn about the economy by attending children's SOCCER GAMES" bit I nearly hurled). She is the fucking Antichrist. And we are winning the culture war.

Also, thanks to the special crazy they brew at MSNBC, this adorable moment of sibling silliness was inspired:


Molly is the wolverine attacking the pantleg of a passerby (Ben), just like the Governor of Alaska. Props on the metaphor, Howard Fineman.

I've been trying to work "Halaby" into "CormanYu Commune," but it's not happening. CormanYu rolls off the tongue so nicely. I take comfort that I am represented by the mere fact that I invented it. The name and the Commune.

I love you, world, now hire me!