A good side effect of ruining my glasses and forking over a large sum of money for the new ones is that I now own a pair of killer cat-eye glasses. The anti-reflective, digitally-made lenses in my new prescription that perfectly line up each pupil with an imaginary dot have really made a difference.

Or have they?

Last night I thought I saw a confident, competent candidate and a panicking Dad-I-don’t-know-anything-about-how-that-dent-got-on-the-car candidate.

This has happened before. The pundits that back the right side of the aisle, the left side of the aisle, and the unbiased aisle itself unanimously declared a winner based on a debate I didn’t see.