Time to get back into the saddle again, and put some liberal snark into last nights debate, but not without first stopping to thanks everyone in here for your incredible kindness and generosity. ‘Nuff said. Now back to the issue at hand.
Hillary Clinton nailed Donald Trump to the barn door last night! The Orange Julius came out all right, almost making me choke on my popcorn and brewski with the thought of yet another boring, viscerally disconnected Presidential debate. That feeling didn’t last long thankfully.
Hillary hit a grand slam in the bottom of the ninth, and more importantly she kicked him where he lives. She bruised him in his ego. He started out fairly well, and had her backing up on the trade issue, but the just like Ali, backing to the ropes, she threw a quick jab and belly shot that drove him back. At that point as far as I’m concerned, the debate was basically over.
She threw a brutal right cross on his taxes. She followed up with a left uppercut on his charitable giving. And then she went for the knockout with a right to the ribs on the birtherism issue. This is what they teach in debate school. Find a weakness, and then hammer it like your life depended on it. And an incredibly unprepared Trump just stood there and took it.
I have to admit, I absolutely love the split screen in a Presidential debate. Clinton was calm and self assured, seldom interrupting. Mein Trumpf on the other hand was a hot mess. He fidgeted, he rolled his eyes, he drank more goddamn water than Marco Rubio ever did, and he made short, frequent interruptions. Having the cameras trained on both candidates for all 90:00 minutes allowed the audience watching on television to catch all of the nuances that normally only the audience in the auditorium would see. It was incredibly powerful to an average viewer.
Hillary’s master stoke in was her treatment of Trumpenstein on stage. She called him “Donald” in her opening statement, most certainly pissing him off at her not using the more differential “Mr. Trump” instead. She committed the unconscionable sin of continuing to talk over him when he tried to interrupt her, as if he didn’t exist. To a lifelong, dedicated sexist this would be intolerable. She played him like a cheap violin, and he fell for it over and over again in the last half of the debate.
The last thing is any questions from Trump about Hillary’s stamina and fitness. He started out fairly strong, but starting at about the 38:00 mark he noticeably started to fade. He lost the thread in some of his answers, and he almost seemed to come undone in the last minutes. His sarcasm was misplaced, and he almost rambled incoherently. This was the Trump that the Clinton campaign hit their knees praying for every night in the lead up to the debate. The reaction and spin from the Trump campaign surrogates in the aftermath was pathetic. They soldiered on, but you could see by the look in their eyes that they knew the score, their guy got his ass royally kicked.
Now, we just have to wait for the inevitable media spin, but I’m not that worried. Somewhere between 80,000,000 to 100,000,000 million people tuned in for this spectacle. They don’t need post game coverage, they know what they saw. Now we just have to redouble our efforts to register and GOTV to make sure that this national carbuncle never gets within a mile of the White House!
Thanks as always for reading!