The purpose of a Presidential debate is simple. It allows both candidates to present themselves to the public. They are asked a series of questions that allows them to talk about their views and policies. At the end of the night, the voter may or may not be swayed in a specific direction, but they have at least heard the necessary information.
Last night was supposed to be the first Presidential debate. Thought calling it a shit show is an understatement, Jake Tapper put it best.
“That was a hot mess inside a dumpster fire inside a train wreck,”
This was not a debate. It was verbal fisticuffs.
Though Biden was not perfect, I have to hand it to him. Other people might have jumped across the stage and let their fists do the talking. But he remained as calm as he could have been, given the circumstances.
His opponent on the other hand, was another story, The color of his face is either the result of spending hours in a tanning bed or putting on an entire case of bronzer. He proved once more than he has the temperament and maturity of schoolyard bully who refuses to see beyond number one.
If there was one answer that spoke volumes, it was his answer to the question about hate and white nationalist groups. The fact that he would not condemn them publicly is just another reason to vote for the Democratic ticket.
I’m not an undecided voter, anyone who reads this blog regularly knows that I made up my mind a long time ago. If one of the goals of last night was to convince the undecided voter, the arrow did not even get close to the target.
I hope and pray that in November, this country comes to its senses and votes this clown (as Biden put it) out of office for good.
#BidenHarris2020
P.S. Saturday Night Live is starting their new season this weekend. They more than enough material to work with.
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