I’m not sure I want to watch Monday’s debate. They’re just too aggravating. The first one was okay-ish, but they’ve been downhill from there. You’ve got essentially Oz the Great and Powerful arguing against Nelson from the Simpsons. Oz just keeps repeating, “Pay no attention to what’s behind the curtain,” and Nelson keeps pointing and saying “HA HA!”
And don’t get me started on the pageantry surrounding these debates. The commentators discussing them ahead of time, the representatives for the candidates “spinning” things after the fact. The constant discussion about who won. I’ll be dry heaving all night.
This isn’t a sport. It’s not about “who won.” I thought both candidates looked pitiful out there last night, squabbling about rules and wordings and time limits. My movie-clip analogy this time was drawn from The Sandlot:
My time would have been better spent rewatching that movie last night rather than watching that thing that was on the television, instead.
The biggest takeaways people are having from the debate? Romney said the phrase “binders full of women.” Oh snap! Obama swears he called the Benghazi attack an act of terror, but he just generally referred to “acts of terror,” and there’s clearly a difference there, and–
This is what we’re debating? Honestly? Don’t we have anything better to do with our time? Like . . . try to present what we want to do to fix the country? Neither Obama nor Romney have made an argument to me yet that convinces me either one of them has a solid, definite plan for improving things. Romney has a haze of “five points,” and Obama has a “Romney is a rich jerk who will tax you more.”
Every time Romney evades questions, it reveals that he hasn’t given real, tangible specifics yet. Anytime Obama talks about “How in the world is Romney going to pay for it all?”, I just think back on the debates four years ago, when it was Obama promising the sun and moon. Romney might as well turn to him and say, “I learned all this by watching you.”
So once again: the fallout. Obama’s camp is parading around proclaiming victory because the polls gave him a 7 point edge on the question of “Who won?” Again, people–this ain’t sports. My beloved Yankees might have lost by a point tonight. That matters. It’s baseball. Whoever wins, wins. Whoever doesn’t, doesn’t.
This is not baseball.
I’m too aggravated. I’m going to bed. I’ll post this in the morning.