My Two Cents: The Debate

Yes, I watched it ... all. 

At about the five minute mark I was ready to change the channel because the sound of Rump's voice and his anally-shaped mouth were making me physically ill, but Carlos politely suggested we continue to watch; by "politely suggested" I mean, he took the remote and tied me to a chair and forced me to watch.

So   ... just a couple of debate notes ….

Rump says that American companies move out of this country because then, when they sell their goods back into the United States, they pay no taxes. He says that practice should be stopped. Good idea, except ... it came from a man wearing one of his own suits, shirt and tie, all manufactured outside this country and then sold back to the US for the tax break. How can you trust him to bring jobs back when he’s made a career of sending jobs out of this country?

Rump said he was “smart” to not have paid any federal taxes. Huh, should we all work to be that smart? I mean, if Rump and his ilk, the 1% — though I believe he’s not nearly as rich as he says — don’t pay federal taxes then it’s no wonder our infrastructure is falling down. Pay your fair share, Rump, and zero is not fair.

Rump says he was never for the Iraq war and yet there is evidence he was; he lied.

He says he wasn’t a birther, but that Hillary’s camp started it; he lied.

He says he wants to do something about gun violence and then praises the NRA.

He says Stop-and-Frisk, a definitively racist practice, is the solution to police shootings; yeah, because more racism is the solution to the problem of race in this country.

Lastly, he said Hillary has neither the looks nor the stamina to be president, but one of the people on that stage last night was cool, calm, collected, and laid out plans and thoughts and ideas and facts, and the other one was a sniffing, twitching, water-gulping, microphone grabbing, face making, rude dick named Donald Trump. He didn’t have the stamina to get through ninety minutes with her.

Just sayin’.