Sweet Dreams
Well, that was close. Thank God I fell asleep right before the first question in last night's debate. And remained in deep slumber throughout the entire wrestling match.
Looks like it was a carnival sideshow, full of one liners, punches aimed south of the belt line of the recipient. The best apparently Haley's comet of a comment dissing Vivek with the eminently memorable "every time I hear you I feel a little bit dumber for what you say."
Actually, it is great to get the cliff notes version of the debate. I feel so much less soiled.
Meanwhile, MIA Donald, or Donald Duck (double D) as former and maybe future sycophant double C (Chris Christie) denominated him, took potshots from the sideline, calling for an end to the debates so everyone could focus entirely on his indictments, which would clearly catapult him back into the Oval Office.
But I think Mr. Trump is on the right track. Our nominating season seems to start as soon as the last fraudulent vote of the prior election is cast. And do we really need to have a stage filled with those auditioning for an anchor spot on Fox News or a position as Mr. Trump's lap dog?
There were no winners last night, only losers fighting to lose another day. Sorry, let me amend my comment. There were winners last evening. Sweet dreams.