Are You Not Entertained

 

 


 

 The recent debate changed nothing. But it was good entertainment. Were you not entertained? A debacle that was the first debate between Biden and Trump set unrealistic expectations of a repeat between Don Corleone and a sorority girl, but it was not to be. While both candidates took liberty with some facts THE fact remains that Trump is right and Harris is left and never the two shall meet in the middle. All observers just cheered, “Hooray for our side!” But nothing was fundamentally changed when the fat lady sang.

 

And Americans don’t like that. A fairly sedate, intelligent discussion between Kennedy and Nixon has no Tik Tok in it. For one you can’t have candidates using four syllable words. The audience can only digest sound bites. No substance, just cute. But didn’t the hair look great? Actually there was no audience because both candidates need to leave with both ears.

 

Oh, there were moments. From Trump mainly. From wild Mexicans making tacos out of dogs to doctors garroting babies shortly after birth. I was surprised that people are surprised by dog tacos. Folks in Texas know better than to eat tacos below the border. And don’t drink the water! But Harris rebounded with her peace trip to Urkraine where Putin jumped straight up Zelenskyy’s ass right after she left. She pointed out that she’d never met Putin. Putin is a ladies man and he stood her up Ra Ra Raputin! So that was a draw.

 

Both candidates did good on facials. From the traditional shaking of the head to Trump’s totally New York, “I’m talkin’ heah!” Harris was rehearsed, Trump was not. That was the difference. Harris could string nouns, verbs, and adjectives together while Bleep, Bleep, Bleep Biden could not. But as far as content? I don’t think either of them swayed any votes except Taylor Swift who came out for Harris the next day.

 

Ok, right now it’s 49 to 49 at the end of the third quarter. Neither camp has provided any substantial plans upon election except they are gonna beat up the other side. On January 20, 2025 Mexicans will still be pouring over the border and Bubba will still be pissing in your little girl’s bathroom. Don’t you wanna know why?

 

Because you pick a candidate for president with the same standards that you pick a movie on Netflix, that’s why. The fact remains that neither contender produced a viable plan for America during the next four years. They’re too busy playing the numbers game. Now Trump’s old school. Ok, ok, he dispatched Biden. That made him the OG on the yard. Harris went from Native American to African American because she knows there are more Blacks than Black Feet! And they’re both trying to stack the deck at the Electoral Casino. Oh, I’m sorry! You thought your vote mattered?

 

The handlers know the debate was a flop. I myself went to YouTube at the end of the first hour and watched the history of Saint Paul. At least he had something to say. ABC has to pump this thing up. Otherwise they’ll be coming out of Al Capone’ secret room holding a beer can.

 

Biden HAS screwed up. And while he was doing it Harris was zipping around on our dine laughing. She wasn’t picked by the Democrat Party, she was picked by the handlers. So, who will win? I don’t know. Ask the handlers.



 


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