It’s clear if you watched the first Presidential debate last night that the only winners are those who enjoy reality television. The rest of us, however, lost (like a kid in Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes).
In a shocking turn of events, the candidates badgered each other, argued, and sort of answered the questions. And of course, lied. But, that’s neither new nor newsworthy. Unless of course, you’ve been living off the grid for the last few months.
The best thing you can say is that both candidates showed up…it’s also, unfortunately, the worst thing you can say.
It’s almost enough to wish I hadn’t registered to vote.
I don’t know why I subjected myself to it. Curiosity? Gluttony for punishment?
Hope that someone might rise above the current state of politics? The longing to see a cage match between two candidates?
Unfortunately, there wasn’t any actual blood. I’m still holding out hope for the next one, though. It could be an exciting match between two octogenarians (didn’t we already see that with the Democrat candidate debates?).
Of course, I didn’t watch the whole thing. I can only take so much
negativity politics at a time. It’s not like it wasn’t good entertainment (like throwing a raccoon into a redneck’s truck: someone’s going to be dinner); it’s just after a certain point, I can’t stomach anymore (like how roadkill stew only lasts so long even if you freeze it).
One day we’ll get the president America needs, but for now, we’ll just get the one we deserve (if only it really could be Batman).
Just remember, folks, the answers are made up and the points don’t matter.
Next time, I’d like to see one of the candidates [not going to say who] pull out a smartphone and fact check live. (Like Tony Stark?)