I’ve not watched the debate. If I’m being honest, I’m not really sure I want to. Two dudes in their seventies prowling around a stage, flinging words and shouting down mediators isn’t exactly my idea of a thrilling evening of television. Is anything about such a spectacle likely to change anyone’s mind as we’re all still mired in the middle of 2020?
But I can still recap it for anyone who feels like they’ve missed out on an experience. Trump appealed to pockets of hateful white supremacy and… fine, that’s pretty much all I’ve picked up through my light browse of social media. However, unless the two men had pulled off an elaborately choreographed tap dance routine your opinion of whether or not you’d have lent them your support (regardless of if you’re eligible to vote in the upcoming election) would likely be unchanged.
So, what’s the point in having the debates in the first place? This is an excellent question and deserves answers beyond just it’s what’s expected at this point in the endless chuntering electoral cycle in the States. I mean, the broadcasters could morph the non-event into a no holds barred bareknuckle fight or a more diverting Taskmaster-style competition. You can’t help but feel you might get a bit more information about them as people, since the policy details probably aren’t going to hold as much sway as they might once have done.
We’ve still got weeks to go of this partisan mud-slinging, the Supreme Court debacle to solve and little to no power to actually do anything about it. In so many ways, it feels like this election has been running for years and years and years. And not just because thanks to the pandemic days blend into weeks into months and off into a hazy eternity. March was only six months ago and yet also several lifetimes. A point? No, I don’t have one but, then again, neither does anyone else.
Race to the bottom – Glen Hansard