A Review of the Almost Debate
So you saw it. If you’re with the MSM—and other democrats—you’re positively jubilant that Hillary didn’t suddenly yell out lines from The Wizard of Oz before tumbling off the stage. They’re all calling it a total victory for Hillary Clinton because she didn’t totally collapse on live TV. Whatever. So much for low expectations.
Trump fans got what they wanted—92 minutes of their hero acting like a toddler with ADD after drinking a quart of Mountain Dew. The only saving grace for them is most viewers turned off the debate while he was still largely coherent, missing his puffin-like display of frat boy machismo against her strident, harpy-like fake cackles that caused Lester Holt to bite his knuckles and slowly shake his head.
So who won? Actually, it was a tie—because neither candidate pulled in any undecided voters, of whom there could be plenty this time. Trump voters are staying with Trump; Clinton voters are staying with her. Anyone who can’t decide between the two probably elected to join the millions not voting this year.
Really, would you want to vote for a guy who relates to the common working guy based on how much property he owns in someone’s hometown? He came off like a Hamptons home owner after three martinis when he forgets the person he’s talking to is paid to sweep sand off the dock. There’s no connection with Trump, and he merely confirmed the recent poll that most of his support is predicated on his not being a Clinton.
Likewise, Clinton indicated to voters that the last 8 years have been fantastic, if you lived off the Clinton Foundation. As she talked about superior job growth, fantastic investment opportunities, and how blacks and Hispanics don’t live below the national average, the Czar pictured millions of Americans looking around them and wondering where she actually sees all this. She was completely disconnected from anything in the Northeast, Washington, or the West Coast. As far as flyover country goes, she soared right over their heads.
So who lost? America—they got to see that the entire debate was nothing more than what they’ve been seeing all along: two total morons locked in a death spiral, dragging us down with them. From the fake smiles to the eye rolls, the debate was a total waste of time. Yes, there were some enjoyable clashes, but the laughter quickly stops when you realize the joke is on you.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.