Driftglass offers an insight into the finalists for the debate tomorrow night.
Three former governors, one sitting governor, one former US senator, one sitting US senator and the only woman in the field were aced out of starting positions at the Republican Goat Rodeo by a revival tent huckster, an openly batshit doctor and a thug-tempered carnival barker with a comb-over.
Congratulations, GOP. I’m sure, somewhere in the Great Beyond, Abraham Lincoln and Dwight Eisenhower are looking down upon you…
…and trying to figure a way to nuke the entire party from orbit.
It’s the only way to be sure.
Only the finest popcorn in the land will do.
(In truth, I’m sticking with my plan to get out of the country and go see real theatre. You could deliver this clown show to me with candy and a stripper and I still wouldn’t watch.)
I don’t watch reality shows. Donald’s new one doesn’t seem very interesting.
I’m planning to catch at least some of the debates. Not for what the individual candidates have to say: unless they come out with something particularly shocking (or at least more repulsive than usual), their parts will be predictable. What I’ll be looking for is the reaction of the rest of the field as Trump stomps all over the dogwhistle the rest of them are compelled to trumpet. Dollars to doughnuts Trump will be making the rest of the field squirm as they figure out how to continue dancing around the plain truth – without actually agreeing with Trump and blowing the illusion that they’re any less thuggish.
I think the fairest way to determine the candidates’ places in the “debate” would have been to just pick names at random out of a hat.