"...If You Would Be So Kind To Allow Me, May I Please Point Out The Blemish On Your Considerably Well Thought Out Suggestion..."

Okay.

Since the VP debate, I've read the analysis (plural), watched the video(s), listened to the pundits and tried to absorb as much of the audio as possible.

And I wasn't really ready to offer some plain English about the "tone" of the debate.

Or put in two cents on the question "Was Joe Biden's aggressive behavior inappropriate?"

I'm ready now.

Many of those who take pride in being hard core, red state, right wing, conservative Americans also, in large measure, take pride in enjoying, supporting and endorsing professional wrestling, professional football, professional basketball, professional baseball and, of course, let's not forget the offical sport of red state America...

NASCAR.

I find it terribly amusing, and not just a little silly, that the very same people whose noses are out of joint because Biden did some bitchslappin' don't expect anything less than full throttle ass kicking from their various sports heroes and/or heroines.

And here's a little politics in plain English....

Politics, especially politics at the presidential level, is not backgammon played with finesse, genteelness, gracious etiquette and tea drinking pinky appropriately and respectfully extended.

It is a full contact sport played with the intention of beating the other guy or guys.

This ain't the Lawn Tennis Association, Nancy.

It's the NFL.

And all that "curtsy and reply respectfully" malarkey (yes, he used the word malarkey) is just crusty residue from our years as subjects of the Queen.

We don't curtsy around these parts, pal.

Frankly, I think Joe has the right idea.

Let's get past all the "my esteemed collegue" crap and have a real elbow throwing, pass interference, forced error grudge match.

We would, of course, draw the line at mud wrestling, jello wrestling or wet t shirt contests, of course.

This is, after all, the sacred and hallowed process of electing a President, for heaven's sake.

Other than that, let slip the dogs of war, baby.

We might get our doilies a little crumpled, but at least we'll find out exactly where the players stand.

And how much they can stand.

And just so there's no misunderstanding, this isn't an apology for Joe Biden.

This is a double dog dare ya for Mitt and Paul and, yes, Barack.

Gentlemen, start your damn engines.