by Sam Worley
Obama's strength has always been in his ability to occupy roles as storyteller, object of a good story, and policy-minded intellectual, but he gave all the wrong sorts of answers at all the wrong times. Or maybe they were right answers, badly timed. Remember his regret that, as president, he'd been too clinical—hadn't given a good enough sales pitch to the People? Whatever conclusions he drew from that realization, last night he misapplied them. Romney interwove some cogent arguin' with the sorts of boring platitudes we expect from our leaders, and Obama responded ineffectually: when he needed a little passion he delivered an econ lecture, and when he needed a reasoned defense he told the sorts of stories that even he doesn't seem to care about anymore. "You know, my grandmother—some of you know—helped to raise me." Oh, yeah? Your grandma? Some of us know. It's come up once or twice.