I have been trying to find the words to write since the catastrophe of Tuesday night. I do not think I am the only one trying to process the events that happened during that derriere excrement political soap opera (Shit Show) that was the presidential debate. And I am not sure I can. The only thoughts I can muster is that of embarrassment and shame because no one won. In fact, the biggest take away from that debate is that we the American people lost.
My parents made sure when I was of age to understand, I would watch the presidential debates. I remember vividly the first debate I watched was between three people. The incumbent, George HW Bush, Bill Clinton, and Ross Perot graced the stage for battle over policy and how they would help the American people for the next four years. And each debate that followed used the same format. The idea was to inform the undecided voter on who should get their vote. Much like Dancing with the Stars.
But that format started to get skewed in 2016 during the Republican debates when candidates on stage had an argument over the size of their dick. Because if that is what I wanted in a leader, I would choose someone who drives a really small car. And yet, started the smoke which finally ignited during the first presidential debate of this year.
Right out of the gate, the entire debate went of the rails. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Hell, if you lived in a small town, you would have drove by this five or six time just to believe what you are seeing.
Trump’s constant interrupting reminded me of that one drunk guy who always wants fight. All you want to do is walk away from him, but eventually he says something that gets under your skin to the point where you want them to catch your hands. And that is exactly what happened to Biden and even Chris Wallace.
And how do you miss a sure thing? Trump was asked to denounce white supremacists, all he had to do is say, I do not support this group. That is it. Make it be known to the people that you are against racism in this country, but instead of hitting it out of the park, he missed. And that one miss was adopted by a fucking terrorist group as their new slogan. Come the fuck on? A Storm Trooper could have hit that shot.
I know the rules might be changed for the second one, and dear god please make that happen. If I wanted to listen to people argue over each other for 90 minutes, I would call my family.
As an American, I am not excited about the second debate at all. I do not want to see the Shit Show 2: Electric Boogaloo. I feel I owe everyone an apology for sharing the link to the first debate.
In conclusion, to quote David Rose, “I’M GONNA NEED A STIFF DRINK TO GET THROUGH THIS.” That debate is the perfect metaphor for 2020. Weed needs legalized.
And now I leave you with a Weird Al song about the debates. When we needed a pick me up, the weird one is there to lift us up.