McCain was two tics away from a vein-popping “You can’t handle the truth!” Jack Nicholson moment, I felt. At one point, I thought: Which one of these men would I want in the White House when the 3 a.m. phone call comes in?
McCain looks angrier and more petulant than any participant in any major debate I’ve watched. Watching him try to stay seated is like watching a furious kid try and obey a timeout. He can hardly hold himself still.
And my take:
In debate #3, all that John McCain blinking, and goofy smiling, and weird expressions, and lost trains of thought, and tense high-held shoulders, recalled (for me) Dr. Strangelove.
Prometheus Unbound 