What a “Debate”! What a “Country”!
I watched two segments of the first Presidential "debate," and in between consoled myself with a Twilight Zone episode about a conman who could assume the face of anyone whose picture he had seen. My conclusion is to vote for the late Rod Serling, who understood politics better than the candidates, their handlers, or the media.
I don't have much to say, other than that it was somewhat worse than I had anticipated. Trump was a schoolyard bully, blissful in his ignorance of what any normal human being would think of his performance. Asked a direct question about how he justified a late term appointment of a Supreme Court justice, he oohed and aahed over the brilliance of his nominee. In his sublime contempt for fact and reason, Trump must have thought he was Pope, not President.. Who prepped him? James Carville?
Biden was refreshingly candid. At last the American people get to see the real Joe, a nasty, lying, slandering little reptile with a fixed grin on his face begging for someone to knock it off with a well-aimed blow of the fist. At one point, Wallace asked him a direct question, and, when Joe went off topic and Trump called him to account, the former Vice President looked into the camera and openly declared that he refused to answer. Viewers did not have to read between the lines to hear the voice of every crooked pol who has ever sought power without responsibility.
The third debater, Mike Wallace, was unquestionably the worst of the three. If Wallace had had even his father's discretion, he would have understood he had a part to play, that of the referee. Instead, the little squirt decided it was payback time for all the complaints Trump had made against his partiality. Instead, he hit upon what in his mind must have seemed a brilliant ploy. He would ask Biden some tough questions, but with Trump, he would deliver a lecture--even a homily--on what his critics had claimed, and then add a question mark at the end. If anybody missed this, they were not paying attention.
Like the Yellow Dog Democrat of yesteryear, I'd probably vote for Trump even if every single charge against him is proved in an impartial court of law. I never liked him or respected him and never will, but this election is not about the character of the candidates. If it were, there would be no point in voting. This may be our last chance to cast even a symbolic vote against the insurgent revolution against private property, political liberty, family integrity, human nature, and the God of our fathers. That our hero is no Hector or David or even Warren Harding is entirely fitting. My own candidate, Mr. Serling would understand where our world has ended up.
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fearsand the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.
Cue the music!