Welcome to my daily political musings. Grab a cup of coffee, sit back and enjoy!
“I have a concept of a plan…”
I hate to say it, but that one lament kind of sums up Donny’s whine about why he’s not president and won’t ever be again.
The Debate wasn’t heated. It was a lot like one of those arguments back in high school between one of those guys who took shop of some sort, was a pretty good wrestler and was in no danger of being mistaken as an academic nor a mathematician, arguing with a girl who is taking calculus, plays piano, went to states last semester in gymnastics and is the current class president.
You remember how the guy always looked? No matter what they argued about? He always had a silly smile on his face while he shook his head, even though it was obvious that she just recited three of the latest four white papers on the subject, and the best he could do was to say nah, nah, nah, nah, while he smiled that smirky, silly smile. If you went to high school, you encountered a reiteration of that act or something so similar it hurts.
That’s kind of what I felt like listening to The Debate. He kept on with the tired old arguments which were stupid when they were newer and they have not aged well. He also talked about all the “when I was a boy we walked to school uphill both ways” golden memories all old men are given to. She just looked at him, pitying, and told her story. She was never baited. She just said her piece and took care of business.
He said his pieces again and again. He’s still angry. He took the bait and defended his story if we call his fabrications stories. I don’t think he lost any fans. I’m sure he didn’t gain any either.
She probably did gain some fans. There was a stark contrast between them, clearly, but I suspect she comes across as someone I wouldn’t mind having a cup of coffee with. And he comes across as that Uncle when he stays overnight, you go out for breakfast rather than have coffee with.