The Final Debate Drunkblog Before the Voting Begins
Closing statements time.
You’ve heard all this before: It’s the Reader’s Digest version of their stump speeches, and if anything is less interesting than the actual “debate,” it’s this.
I’ll let someone else here at PJ do the complete wrap, so instead, I’ll just restate — ever so briefly — my theme from tonight’s debate.
There’s not a single winner on this stage. There’s not one candidate showing the gumption it takes to win the White House. And I’d say that even if the White House were currently occupied by a Mitt Romney or a John McCain. They just don’t have the fire.
I don’t know what my Democrat friends would say, if they were unguarded long enough to give an honest assessment. But I can’t imagine they would express much excitement.
Because how can you get excited about a bunch of contenders seemingly content with nothing more than a participation trophy?
And with that: Goodnight. We’ll be back in three weeks with live coverage of Iowa.
Here’s the big close, where each candidate promises that they’re the one who can take on Donald Trump on a debate stage.
But they can’t even take on each other. They can’t even get their energy up when thrown softballs by Wolf Blitzer. These folks couldn’t get it up with a hot tub, a platter of chilled raw oysters, some Barry White on Spotify, and a handful of little blue pills.
Limp debate, limp candidates, limp chances.
Buttigieg: “God does not belong to a political party,” but if He did he’d be a Democrat.
Sanders: MY DEMOCRATIC SOCALISIM IS ELECTRIFICATION OF THE FARMS AND A DICTATORSHIP OF THE PROLETARIAT.
Scaremongering 101 teaches us to scare all the people about all the things all the time.
Joe Biden is reminding of us of Solyndra like it was a good thing.
Sanders: THE WORLD IS GOING TO END AND I’M GOING TO LEAD IT.
“Natural gas is a transition fuel.”
NO, AMY, IT’S THE GATEWAY FUEL TO CLIMATE ARMAGEDDON!
Did I sound just like a Dem there? I tried really hard to sound just like a Dem.
Inquiring minds want to know.
So there’s a routine at these debates.
At the start, the moderators remind the audience against any unruly outbursts of support. But then the candidates get people so worked up over a vital issue, that they just can’t help themselves and burst into applause. Then the moderators warn them again, and then it happens again anyway.
That hasn’t happened tonight, except for the initial warning.
I’m reminded of the old Steve Martin gag (from “Grandmother’s Song”) about getting all exciting and going to a yawning festival.