Watching poor old Mr Lehrer trying to lead-dog Obama through the blizzard of reality represented in Mr Romney brought to mind these past fifty odd years of watching Singapore's Harry Lee and his grandiose PAP pals, as they pant along, a Dollar short and a day late. In every venue that matters. Except in the Little Theaters between their ears. Or the Big One between the ears of Harry's pathologically-narcissistic head ball-carrier Kishore Mahbubani's!