Like countless people not only in the states, but around the world, my husband and I sat down to watch the debate between Vice President Joe Biden and IMPOTUS Donald Trump, with drink in hand. Sad when you know that something will be required to blunt the effects of the spectacle that you know with bone deep certainty is coming and will be infuriating. High blood pressure, headache, stomach churning, teeth grinding - all of it was anticipated, all of it happened. Like everyone else, we did not set out to be right, we just knew we would be.
In fact, we were wrong on only one level. We didn't have enough wine.
In the light of day, the effects of the alcohol pale in comparison to the hangover of having endured the debate. As I sit here, flashes of the orange orifice refusing to be silenced, replays of lie after easily disprovable lie, and echos of his call to arms to white nationalists loop in my mind.
What we witnessed last night was the utter and complete degradation of the office of the presidency. It's not like we did not know what a buffoon, blowhard, and bloviator is Sniffles McBigpupils, but what took place on that debate stage was repulsive.
I give Job Biden so much credit for repeatedly attempting to talk TO the people as a spray tanned simian snarled, slobbered, and flung his shit from six feet away. And moderator Chris Wallace showed how little zookeeping experience he has as he completely lost control from the first glob that was hurled.
The question that started it off had to do with the Supreme Court opening and why each man felt they had the right to fill it. Trump, of course, bleated that "We won the election and we have the right to do this."
I will give him that. Under normal circumstances, circumstances in decades upon decades prior to the name Merrick Garland, sure, yes, the sitting president could, would, and arguably should be the one making the nomination. BUT. Within hours of Justice Antonin Scalia passing away in February of 2016, Senate succubus Mitch McConnell made the public statement that, “The American people should have a voice in the selection of their next Supreme Court justice. Therefore, this vacancy should not be filled until we have a new president.”
That was February, a full ten months before the national election.
One month later, President Obama nominated Merrick Garland, a highly respected and credentialed jurist. The words of McConnell had been repeated over and over in that prior month, and President Obama said, “I simply ask Republicans in the Senate to give him a fair hearing, and then an up-or-down vote. If you don’t, then it will not only be an abdication of the Senate’s constitutional duty, it will indicate a process for nominating and confirming judges that is beyond repair.”
We all know what happened. Merrick Garland not only never got a hearing, but Senate Republicans refused to even meet with him as is customary for a nominee. In doing so, they drew a line in the sand about nominations to the SC in an election year. Remember, Scalia died ten months before the election.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg was only just buried at Arlington Cemetery yesterday. Trump put forth his nominee this past Saturday. And, of course, every Senate Republican, whose lifeblood on a good day is hypocrisy, see no problem with moving towards a confirmation hearing with an election already underway.
So there's where Longtie Von Heftybag loses any standing. His argument that "We’re not elected for three years. I’m not elected for three years"? Neither was President Obama. Actually one could argue as he had been elected for EIGHT years, he had much firmer ground to stand on.
But again, we are already voting on our next president. Never mind, there is no talking sense, decency, or fair play with the Trump party.
From the moment Biden began to speak, Orange Julius Caesar would not STFU. Again, I loved that Biden directed his eyes to Wallace or to the people via the camera instead of giving the baboon the attention he kept trying to draw, but JFC - Wallace had no control, no way to mute a mic, and his only strategy was to try to placate Trump into silence with words like, "You're going to like this next question."
It did not matter to what question Biden was responding, that it was within his two minutes to respond, Trump blathered and bleated constantly. Joe tried "Donald would you just be quiet for a minute?"
That was like asking a teething baby to stop crying. Pointless.
Wallace finally had to inject with "Mr. President, I’m the moderator of this debate and I would like you to let me ask my question and then you can answer" because he WOULD. NOT. SHUT. UP.
His reply about his administration's current attempt to repeal the Affordable Care Act? He babbled about insulin. "I’m getting it for so cheap it’s like water, you want to know the truth. So cheap." Like water. That's news to the hundreds of thousands of Americans who choose between paying rent or paying for insulin; who ration what insulin they have on hand; who cannot afford the hundreds and hundreds of dollars a small lifesaving vial costs.
The downward spiral then went into hyperdrive. I sat forward on the couch, shouted at the TV, and needed more wine as he called Elizabeth Warren Pocahontas yet again. The insufferable prick. Down and down it all went as Trump pulled out the only plan he has - insult after insult, talking over Biden constantly until Joe said what every decent person watching was shouting at their flatscreens:
"Will you shut up, man?"
He then said, "This is so un-Presidential." Joe, like all of us, had no idea the un-Presidentialness had only just begun.
On the subject of COVID, his only aim was to pat himself on his wide ass and try to deflect by bringing up Swine Flu. Fuck the 211,129 people who have died in this country so far, let's focus on the H1N1 flu from over a decade ago. He whined about the media, the fake news, the bad press he receives. Nowhere in his self congratulatory smarm was there sympathy for the dead, the grieving families. There was no plan to thwart the spread, in fact, he would go on to mock Joe Biden following mask protocols and brag about his rallies. As if his attendance numbers matter more than his fatality numbers.
When asked if he was at all concerned about the safety of so many maskless people showing up, he responded, "Well, so far we have had no problem whatsoever."
Someone want to get Herman Cain on the phone? Oh, wait...
It was at this point I was telling my husband that we needed to turn on something more soothing. Like Breaking Bad. Honestly, watching people cook meth and shoot each other in the face sounded better than this shitshow in a dumpster fire in a landfill.
When the economy came up, drugs and alcohol and depression came up. Fair enough. Seriously, look at all of us. How many people had to pop some aspirin to get out of bed this morning? How many are taking meds for anxiety and depression and panic that were not prior to this pandemic and the economic fallout?
His deflection from the now surging COVID infection rates in states who reopened in haste, sent kids back to school in unsafe conditions? "By the way, I brought back Big Ten football."
What in the deep fried fuck? Over 211,000 people are dead. We are on track to lose another 200,000 by Christmas, but yes, by all means, let's throw this specious twat a parade because FOOTBALL!
His taxes were brought up and he simply parroted over and over that he paid "millions of dollars." No proof, other than his bullshit tic "believe me." When pressed, he said "I don't want to pay taxes." None of us do, Donny, none of us do. But we have no choice, plus without taxes, we have no government, no roads, bridges, public services, security nets. Asshole.
Biden clocked him with "You’re the worst president America has ever had." Cheers went up across the nation. IN YOUR FACE.
Of course, as the spiral continued downward, the tangerine taint had to bring up the repeatedly discredited attack on Joe's son Hunter. Over and over and over, each time being told that his ramblings had been proven false, they had been thoroughly discredited, that all evidence proved that Hunter had done nothing wrong - his reply? "I think he did."
Oh, well then, if Miss Cleo de Psychicgut thinks he did something wrong...
Someone make this stop.
But it was still going to get worse. Wine. More wine.
He defended canceling racial sensitivity training in the government. He ignored the murder of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor. He clung to his bullshit about "Democratic run cities." All the while Biden continued to push the point that we have systemic racism in this country, and that we must move to law, order, and accountability in our policing and justice system. He then called Trump on his continued bogeyman threats about the suburbs and how Biden wants to ruin them with Black people.
"This is not 1950. All these dog whistles and racism don’t work anymore. Suburbs are by and large integrated."
News to Orange McWhiteman.
He was then asked point blank if he was willing to disavow and condemn white supremacists and militia groups like the Proud Boys who have been stirring the pot in city after city. It was an easy set up, a softball of a question. Simply say YES.
He couldn't. He wouldn't. Instead what he did was to destroy the last vestiges of legitimacy of the office of the President of the United States.
He told the Proud Boys: "Proud Boys, stand back and stand by."
Jaws and stomachs dropped in unison.
It was not just an affirmation of their behavior. This was not a veiled dog whistle. It was a call to arms. It was an open invitation to them to "do something about Antifa and the left because this is not a right wing problem this is a left wing."
Think not? Proud Boys lit up the internet crowing about how the President had just recognized them and given them their orders. Within an hour they had modified their logo to include his words and were selling it on tshirts and patches.
Bad enough? Vile enough? Disrespectful enough? Strap in.
When Biden began answering Wallace's question about why he is qualified, he was immediately interrupted by Trump again bringing up Hunter. As Biden then moved on to Trump having called the military losers and suckers, he spoke of his lost son Beau, "My son was in Iraq. He spent a year there. He got the Brown Star. He got the Conspicuous Service Medal. He was not a loser. He was a Patriot and the people left behind there were heroes."
Beau lost his battle with cancer in May of 2015. That is common knowledge and frankly, knowledge this oaf of an occupier should know. His rancid reply? "I don’t know Beau. I know Hunter. Hunter got thrown out of the military. He was thrown out dishonorably discharged."
Again, vile.
Point of order, Hunter was not dishonorably discharged, as Biden repeatedly tried to point out. After having tested positive for cocaine, he eventually received an administrative discharge. He has battled drugs, as have so many. One need only look at the recent evidence of crushed Adderall flying out of Trump's nose at a press conference, or his own son constantly looking like he's auditioning for a Scarface remake to see how no stones should be being thrown here.
Even Adderall wants nothing to do with Trump. pic.twitter.com/Va1AUCp2Q4
— Ken Jeong (@kenjeong) September 7, 2020
But throw he did, to which Biden's heartfelt reply touched many across this nation who have struggled themselves, or have endeavored to help a loved one. "My son like a lot of people at home had a drug problem. He’s overtaking it. He’s fixed it. He’s worked on it. And I’m proud of him, I’m proud of my son."
Deaf fucking ears. Trump could not even be gracious about that. But then Biden was there to debate, Trump was in an alternate universe where he was on a Real Housewives of Jerry Springer reunion show. "But why was he given tens of millions of dollars?"
What followed was incoherent rambling and lies and continued, constant droning on and on and fucking on because Trump cannot shut his venal gob. Lies about climate change. Lies about emission standards. Lies about the auto industry. Constant interruptions when Biden tried to answer Wallace with facts, actual policy plans. Constant interruptions as Wallace tried to ask him about his constant lies in regards to the election and mail in ballots.
It was exhausting to watch. I can only imagine what it was like to be Biden. Kudos to him for his restraint.
Joe Walsh tweeted this summation and it best describes what the night was: It was like debating an airhorn.
There are to be two more debates. Quite frankly, if there are no provisions to be able to mute a mic at the two minute mark, or when a candidate begins to talk over into the other's time, then what is the point? Trump knows no other way other than to attack and throw his feces around the room. How that is appealing to anyone is beyond me. But it is. To millions who still support this horror of a human being.
You are as vile as is he. You stand shoulder to shoulder with Nazis, bigots, racists, hatemongers, fear merchants. I told you back in 2016 that you are the sewer you marinate in. You stink and are stained forever by your choice. Decent society has no use for you. Decent society is evolved, forward thinking, forward looking. Decent society is about building a country that dispenses justice equally, opportunities equally, protections equally. Decent society and YOU have nothing in common.
I have a hangover. Not so much from the wine, but from the heinous spectacle of the night, the hours of sleep handed over to ire and insomnia, and the deep, deep ache over just how far this country has fallen at the tiny hands of one artificially dyed conman whose only goal is self preservation.
And now, as if everything else was not bad enough - another debate looms and wine country in California is on fire. 2020 cannot catch a fucking break.
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