Obviously, I’ve become a bit partisan, so I’m looking for the most impartial way to describe tonight’s Democratic debate.

“Drive -by?” “Hit job?” “Rub out?” No, that wouldn’t be fair. I’m going to have to go with “clusterfuck.”

I’ve watched it twice now. For 40 minutes, Charles Gibson, George Stephanopoulis, and Hillary Clinton tag-teamed Barack Obama on the burning issue of “bitter” voters, the previously burning issue of the Reverend Wright, the even more previously burning issue of lapel pins, and the hitherto unburning issue of some guy Obama kind of knew who was part of the Weather Underground when Obama was in 3rd grade.

Clinton considered these all “serious issues.” The one Clinton-oriented issue that was raised in that time, the “I took sniper fire” gaffe, was not considered “serious” by Obama, who nobly dismissed it as another distraction from all the real issues (every one of which was not asked about during those first 40 minutes, no matter how many times Obama pointed this out).

Throughout all this, we were treated to reaction shots from Senator Clinton’s gallery, consisting of backers like Chelsea Clinton and Ed Rendell and Wesley Clark. They had a special light to color them in amongst the rest of the blue-lit Orwellian throng. I don’t know where the corresponding Obama gallery was, and I don’t think ABC knew or cared.

Those of you who read this blog regularly know that I’m the farthest thing from a conspiracy theorist, and I won’t start now. But tonight’s convocation had all the hallmarks of one of those “special” banquets occasionally favored by mob families.

I can’t open an investigation, but I thought I’d open the floor and see what you all thought. Perhaps I’m imagining it. I’ve imagined things before, but this time I - …huh? Sorry. Someone’s at the door. At this hour? Hold on, I’ll be righ