This is a rant. Plain and simple. If I don't rant here, I'll burst a blood vessel because I don't have President Trump's grace and patience. Within the first five seconds of the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie, I was using words that would make a sailor blush.
Please tell me I'm not the only one.
In yet another example of Trump-debating-and-beating-the-Moderator, the Mainstream Media culminated a week of doing every possible thing to silence any anti-Biden news with this charade of a Town Hall.
How exactly is that supposed to serve the Democratic ticket!?!
Don't they know that a martyr is more attractive, not less?
Sometimes, you don't realize how much you love someone until they're in trouble. That's how it was for us, the American people, when we heard that President Trump and Melania had tested positive for COVID-19. I bet you can remember exactly where you were when you first heard the news.
His name was Protagoras. He taught the Art of Debate in Ancient Greece from approximately 481-411 B.C. and is still regarded as the Father of the Debate. "One can imagine an Athenian father wondering why he was laying out all those drachmas only to end up with a son who argued with him at dinner," writes Frank McCall.
In the United States, the tradition of political debate goes back to a punishing series of seven, count 'em, seven debates Abraham Lincoln and his challenger, Senator Stephen Douglas, undertook in 1858. This started our lively tradition of political debates undertaken by choice but not actually required by law nor the Constitution.
The debates are intended to sway voters who might be on the fence...though how anyone could be on the fence, especially during this election, is beyond me and mine!
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.
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