9-28: Oh, Donald

[I write about politics because of the direct link I see between the words and actions of politicians and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. America’s political class manipulates our military as though they were pawns in a global game of chess. To them, PTSD is merely an unfortunate cost of war.]

Donald, Donald, Donald

It turned out to be not much of a presidential debate after all. Rather, it seemed like an hour-and-a-half of a mommy chastising her little boy. He was that bad … and unprepared. And what about all that sniffing, or was it sniveling, Donald Trump was doing throughout the event. [To my knowledge I have never been in the presence of someone on cocaine, but I have seen reenactments many times on TV and at the movies.]

More’s the pity if Trump was not on some antibiotic or antihistamine or something stronger to blame his impotence on. At least he would then have an excuse for his puerile performance. Howard Fineman of the Huffington Post wrote, “Republican nominee Donald Trump turned in the worst ― and I mean worst ― debate performance in modern times.” Hillary Clinton’s walking pneumonia miraculously morphed into a talking pneumatic hammer that pommeled her hapless opponent throughout. Of course I for one am happy she beat on him so badly.

I admit that Clinton’s “likeability” numbers are not much better than Trump’s. So let’s just call that factor a wash–a tie–and both sides will simply have to accept that. Fair enough? Now, since it is estimated that between 80 and 100 million viewers watched the debate in real time, I find it utterly incomprehensible that any significant percentage of them–much less half–could still envision Trump as POTUS. He’s lucky that time ran out on him and saved him by the bell because he was just a few incoherent syllables away from attacking Clinton via references to her personal life–specifically bringing up Bill Clinton’s infidelities. In the spin room after the debate Trump said he did not “go there” out of respect for Chelsea Clinton.

Yes, I believe he would have gone there because he had nowhere else to go. He rarely answered the question asked. He always drifted off topic. His mindless interruptions were nauseating. And his obvious lack of preparation was insulting to those of us–I hope all of us–who take this election seriously.


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