Debate burnout
Writing by treason on Tuesday, 30 of October , 2007 at 9:19 pm
Michael Corleone: I have to go to the bathroom. Is that all right?
McCluskey: You gotta go, you gotta go… I frisked him, he’s clean.
Sollozzo: Don’t take too long.
McCluskey: I frisked a thousand young punks.
You know that scene in The Godfather, where Michael’s in the restaurant with McCluskey and “The Turk,” and it’s right after he comes out of the bathroom and sits down again? There’s some restaurant noise, McCluskey’s chewing his veal – the best in the city, Sollozzo’s talking, there’s a train… but it’s all the same noise. Just this noise, and all you see is Michael’s face and you know his mind is racing — he just hears noise — and his eyes are a little wild, a little glazed over…
Yeah, that was me tonight. I feel like I’ve watched a thousand of these debates. Did I really hear someone pledge that he… or she… is going to attack Pakistan with carrot sticks?
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