So here we are, halfway through the campaign, the day of the English language leaders' debate. I know, like me, you can barely sleep.

Think about it. Five individuals sittin' around a table. They're gonna be hot, they're going to be grumpy, they're gonna be sitting next to people they don't even like. Throw in a turkey it might as well be thanksgiving. Personally, I'm hoping for tears.

And the drama's already there, starting with the Prime Minister. Harper is now in majority territory, so he doesn't want to be anywhere near a debate. Don't forget, he already threatened to boycott this debate once if Elizabeth May was allowed in. Boy, did that backfire. Yes kids that man who's constantly saying he's the only one strong enough and firm enough to be a world leader, he is in fact afraid of the girl.

And not only does he have to deal with the girl, Jack Layton and a desperate separatist - for the first time since this campaign began he has to come face to face with Stephane Dion. And I know, on the surface that does not seem like a big deal but remember back to high school folks. Remember when the nerdy kid finally had enough of being slapped around by the bully and he said okay, I'll meet you at the lockers. Everyone showed up for that fight.

Because this, this is not a normal political rivalry, this is personal. Never mind that the Tories have spent millions of dollars calling Dion a pathetic loser; lately they've been going after his wife.

And don't forget on day one of this campaign Harper wouldn't even admit that Dion had a real family. People with adopted children are very touchy about that sort of thing. Personally, I wouldn't be surprised if Dion snaps and takes a smack at him.

So, never mind democracy, tune in for the promise of bloodshed, and maybe if we're lucky, a knockout punch. And remember traditionally, in Canada, the real campaign begins on debate night. So from here on in, anything is possible. And for the first time in a long time, thankfully, nobody can say may the best man win.