Posted to the web 10 October 2008 Randy Smith Nairobi When my oldest son was a little boy, he'd always cause a ruckus at the local restaurant. Innocently sitting in his high chair at the end of the table, he loved to eat pancakes and scrambled eggs on Sunday mornings with the family. At nearby tables, a mixture of older and younger couples usually ate breakfast at the same time. Absorbed in conversation, my wife and I would occasionally turn an eye away from our son to talk to our daughter. And at that very moment, he would start hurling bite-size bits of pancakes and eggs at nearby tables. They'd stick on top of the hair pieces of old women, paintings on the wall and in the coffee pots of nearby tables. I was reminded of those Sunday mornings as I watched the presidential debate and the unfolding of the campaign this week....
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