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And then it’s over.

They shake hands. Mr. McCain says repeatedly to Mr. Obama: “Good job, good job, good job.” He then seems caught in not being able to decide which route to take to the stage from behind the desk, throwing up his hands and making a face.

Their wives now join them on stage, Mrs. McCain in Republican red, Mrs. Obama in Democratic blue.

First Impressions on the Last Debate - The Caucus Blog - NYTimes.co

“Senator Obama, your argument for standing up to leaders of your party isn’t very convincing.”

I’m proud of the people who come to our rallies.”
He then noted that big rallies tended to attract “some fringe people.”

“The facts are facts and records are records."

“That, to me, was so hurtful,’’ Mr. McCain said. “

Obama versus McPain,oops McCain

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"They're in some pain but in very good spirits''

In tonight’s debate the two candidates will be seated next to each other at a table. The format is intended to promote conversation rather than the regurgitation of stump speeches. It sometimes encourages candidates to be more civil toward one another, but it can also have the opposite effectMr. McCain has already vowed to “whip” Mr. Obama’s “you-know-what” tonight. Of course, he has signaled such a get-tough approach before, only to flag..What to Watch for During the Final Debate - The Caucus Blog - NYTimes.com

McCain: Strategy is the Word

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