Good News: Your Preferred Candidate Won the Debate, by Jim Treacher.
If the point of a debate is to learn something new about the candidates, it was a disaster. I assume most of what came out of Biden’s mouth was false and self-contradictory, as usual. And as usual, Trump was… Trump. Nothing was learned, nothing was gained, nobody won. …
If you boiled down this election to one exchange, this would be it:
“Are you gonna pack the court?”
“Would you shut up, man?”
Trump, as hostile and obnoxious as he is, asks a good question. (It’s a question Biden has been asked since the moment Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, and he refuses to answer it. Incredibly, he claims that asking him what he’ll do as president is a distraction from his campaign for president!) In response, Biden gets rattled and flat-out tells the guy to shut up.
No finesse, no clever debate tactics, no smooth evasions and glib elisions. Just a flat-out back-alley brawl.
That’s what people want, obviously. The worse Trump behaves and the more fed up I get with him, the better he does. I don’t claim to understand why, but it keeps happening. Journalists and other Democrats are too arrogant to learn from it, so he just keeps steamrolling them.
It’s amusing to listen to them moan about Trump’s ultra-belligerent debate performance. We could’ve had President Romney instead, but those buttholes decided “Binders full of women” was a career-ender. They smeared a good man, so now we have this guy. This outcome is on the media, and they deserve every iota of self-inflicted misery. Now they’re taking their medicine and they don’t like it any better than we did. …
The same thing that always happens: Trump acts like an astonishing jerk, his fans cheer, and the Dems shriek in agony and rend their garments. Trump either stays the same in the polls or actually gets a bump.
And tomorrow everybody moves on to the next “scandal.” Each side is convinced their guy won, everybody’s priors are confirmed, nobody’s minds are changed, and it’s as if there was no debate at all.