Dead man walking. That's what I see when the "patriot and veteran" Tony Bobulinksi held his press conference a mere two hours before Biden took the stage for his final Presidential Debate against incumbent Donald J. Trump.
The upshot? Joe lied when he claimed he never discussed Hunter's business dealings with China. We all knew that already but it felt good to approach the Presidential Debate with "liar" fresh in the minds of the American people. Naturally, the press tried to forge a link with Rudy Giuliani but Tony held firm on "no questions."
Tony's presser almost eclipsed Amy Coney Barrett's nomination to the Supreme Court being approved (despite the Democrats' silent tantrum by boycott) for the Senate vote. If that weren't enough, Ghislaine Maxwell's deposition was also unsealed. Those women should not be mentioned in the same paragraph.
It's been a banner day for American political news. An embarrassment of headline riches. But I digress. Focus. Debate. Oh yeah, right. Debate.
Growing up the daughter of a Political Science major, the Presidential Debates were the highlight of our lives every four years.
And every four years, my parents' faces would droop with disappointment as every Republican candidate failed to hit their opponent where it hurt. As they politely ignored their opponent's scandals, my parents would say in disgust, "The Republicans are just too damn gentlemanly."
Now we know, that wasn't true at all.
They were RINOs! Republican In Name Only.
They were on the same team as their opponent. George H. W. Bush (of mistress Jennifer Fitzgerald and Boys Town infamy) proved that when he called Bill Clinton, "my son" and George W. Bush referred to Hillary Clinton as, "my sister-in-law."
When I heard that, it reminded me of that famous quote from the 1954 movie A Star is Born. "If you'll be kind enough to glance between my shoulder blades...you'll find there a knife. On its handle are your initials."
The knife was between our shoulder blades. Whoever we voted for, whoever won, nothing much ever changed. We were duped. Played for saps.
Enter Donald Trump.
Joe Biden is the gift to Conservatives that keeps on giving and Tuesday night's Presidential Debate was no exception. Under a banner reading "The Union and the Constitution Forever," I've never seen two candidates come out swingin' so quickly. It was a fight from the start and Biden, despite his unpatriotic black-and-white tie, was the one bleeding.
As my husband and I watched the National Day of Prayer and Repentance, the moment came where Franklin Graham asked the congregation on the National Mall to pray. After a hushed moment, the sound of 50,000 voices raised in prayer swelled in a great din of supplication. Glancing over at Michael, I noticed that he was covered with goosebumps...and he doesn't goosebump easily.
As tears flowed down my cheeks, I had goosebumps on my goosebumps.
Thank God for a nation that prays in the name of Jesus, Amen.
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