Happy GOP Debate Day!

We almost have enough GOP candidates to make up a baseball team, and that makes for a pretty chaotic debate. Every blogger, and their mother, will be writing about the debate today; basically all the bases (intentional pun) are covered, right? I mean, the candidates have been picked apart, the prophets in the White House have told us what the future holds, and the Fortune Tellers have gathered around their crystal balls and snickered at the promised snafus. I have my popcorn ready, and the wine has been told to suit up for the game just in case. Alcohol may not be needed, but one can never be too cautious when Trump is involved.

Side note: After listening to Obama have a meltdown over what the candidates will say concerning his many, many, many failures during his time in the White House, who else thinks Michelle is going to be adding some crushed up Prozac to his applesauce tonight?