Let see. What impressed me the most about last night’s debate?

Was it how Kerry came across as knowledgeable, intelligent, confident, and well, darn right presidential, while Dubya looked and sounded like a beleaguered old codger in the defendant’s box on “Judge Judy?”

Was it the part where Kerry called out the Appointed Chief Executive on his assertion that we had to go to war in Iraq because “the enemy attacked us, Jim…” by pointing out that, uh duh, al Qaeda and not Saddam had actually done the attacking? (In all honesty I’m sort of disappointed that Kerry didn’t also include the fact that we were attacked by mostly a bunch of inbred Saudis financed and egged on by a member of a family who’re buddies with the Bushes, but then again, he really didn’t need to at that point.)

Or perhaps, was it the fact that the Bush campaign predicted a virtual slam dunk of Kerry in this debate on foreign policy when in fact, Kerry clearly and unequivocally punked Dubya’s ass?

No, my favorite thing to remember will be the time right after the debate, when viewers were jamming C-Span’s lines with their opinions. Not one, but two of the Bush supporters referred to the Senator from Massachusetts as “President Kerry.”

To coin a possible future Bushism, now that goes beyond Freudiast slippage. It’s apparent even his supporters know that they’re pushing the wrong guy for the job.