Kerry Healey refers to Patrick as the “quota king”. Patrick demurs, but under intense questioning admits that he was, in fact, “prom king”.
Healey offers to demonstrate that little waddle she does in Christy Mihos’ new commercial. “Bet you can’t do this, Deval! I do my own stunts!”
Patrick stuns the audience, revealing that of Healey’s “50 Ideas”, fully 23 result in enormous tax breaks to Sean Healey’s AMG.
Having had footage of the recent Democratic debates to work with, Healey reveals a bit of over-preparation when cameras reveal her mouth moving in sync with Patrick’s answers.
Patrick cements his position as the hard-left candidate, unbuttoning to reveal a Che Guevara shirt and raising a black-gloved fist, while promising to raise taxes in order to offer racially-preferred in-state tuition to cop-killers, predatory lenders, illegal aliens, Marxist college professors’ kids, and Killer Coke drinkers. “Just like Sal and Trav,” snorts Healey.
Mihos promises to end tolls on the Turnpike; proposes that obsolete Fast Lane transponders be used to buy skin mags and Dorals at newly refurbished drive-thru “convenience booths”. Previously fat n’ happy toll collectors threaten to strike, since Christy’s only offering $8 an hour.
In their subterranean location at Jimmy Tingle’s Off-Broadway Theater, the BMG editors fail to find even a meager TV signal; David discovers to his dismay that he’s been liveblogging an extremely fuzzy episode of “M*A*S*H”.
The “virtually penniless” Green Party candidate Grace Ross arrives at the debate wearing sackcloth and ashes. Later in the evening, she appears at Jimmy Tingle’s with bowl in hand stretching towards barbecue: “Please sir — may I have some more?”
… Try the barbecue, folks. And you know, Jimmy Tingle is actually funny. Hope to see you tonight.
It sounds like Ross did have an impact on the debate, based on people’s reactions over on the liveblog.