The other day I posted a piece announcing that I would begin this new Saturday feature today and when I did so, I had two fun ideas for the first one. Quite naturally, now that it is time to actually write, I can’t remember what those two fun ideas were. Obviously, I’ll need to get into the habit of jotting them down from now on. Thus, I must settle for the one subject I can’t seem to get away from.
I don’t know about you, but this past week I’ve had a hard time not hearing people talk about the great debate this past Monday evening. I didn’t really want to watch it, in fact I planned not to, but by the time it was about to begin, my curiosity got the better of me, and I turned it on.
I quickly came to understand that I must have been confused about the two candidates.
You see, I thought that Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump were running for President of the United States, but I came away thinking that they must actually be running for the presidency of the West Undershirt High School student body, for surely no one can support these two spoiled brats for an important position.
I know there has been a lot of talk about the Donald’s “fitness” to be president, but I think both candidates demonstrated, at least to my satisfaction, that neither is “fit” for the office.
After all, didn’t this serious and noble exercise in democracy start off with a joke when Mrs. C in her first statement told the viewers to watch her website during the debate for real-time fact-checking to correct the Donald’s lies? I don’t care what your politics might be, that’s hilarious!
I think leading off with a joke, kind of set what followed in its proper light; a joke.
In an actual debate between candidates for the U. S. presidency, it isn’t customary for the moderator to participate in the debate, yet moderator Lester Holt chose to jump in several times, once “fact-checking” the Donald on an assertion about a legal matter, and along with Mrs. C, getting it wrong; no dear reader, these two must be running for student body president…
The Donald didn’t prepare for the debate, and like any cocky high school boy, he just winged it, and it showed. Mrs. C, like any stuck up cheerleader made a point of smugly telling us that she spent 11 days preparing for the debate, and like a stuck up cheerleader, she came off as totally fake while brushing off issue after issue, and then making cheap shot after cheap shot at her opponent, who had a few of his own flying around.
I’ve been involved in debate prep a few times, and if I were a supporter of either of these candidates, I would be furious with them. As a voter, I will never feel confident in claiming all that much intelligence, but I really resent the insult these two have given to what little intelligence I’d like to think I have. Sadly, these two adolescent senior citizens are really not running for president of the West Undershirt High School student body, they really are running for the big dance; even worse, one of the two is going to be sworn as our 45th president next January 20th.
I’ve never been less optimistic for the future of the Republic.