Wonkette media operatives in Miami are restless and our special Gang of Four correspondent finds himself frustrated by the bureaucracy of the Commission on Presidential Debates:

The three-celled organisms running the debate show down here have designed a new level of organizational entropy. They are asking the media to show up at noon to get their credentials and get into the hall for a 9 o'clock debate. In part that's because they set up a sign-up system that would make the Taliban snicker. They have 10,000 credentials for Elvis and Edward R. Murrow but none for anyone else.

Any other information that might help a gentle and pleading caller they won't give over the phone. Oh and their tinfoil hats keep interrupting the phone connection, but I was able to make out that they insist that you bring two hand puppets, a rosary and the Big Ben bedside clock from the Mandarin Oriental as proof of  identity when you arrive.  

No wonder the campaigns had to come up with a 32-page agreement to keep these wild droolers from pointing the cameras at their feet and screaming, "Run for your lives!"