35 long, dark nights for America: VP Debate

by awindram

Thirty-five long, dark nights to go. 

Trump’s Daily Twitter Highlight: “. and I will defeat  … Mike Pence won big. We should all be proud of Mike!”

Clinton’s Daily Twitter Highlight: “Mike Pence: a divisive, anti-woman, anti-LGBT, anti-worker extremist. No wonder Trump picked him.”

Daily election of interest: What Went Down At The Vice Presidential Debate

Nonsensical thoughts on tonight’s debate cribbed from my twitter feed:

Aren’t we all excited for this? A heavyweight bout. Sure, one candidate may look like your uncle who really embarrassed himself dancing at your cousin’s wedding and the other looks like he could be cast as the villain in a Caddyshack reboot, but this is going to be awesome.

*Two minutes*


Is Kaine still talking about how glad he is to be here?

Pence: “I’m a small town boy.”

Pence: “There was a cornfield in my backyard.”

Pence: “A lifetime in a small town.”

Okay, worried what would happen to Pence putside the small town. He’d go off the rails in DC

I bet Pence loves himself some John Mellencamp. Probably claims he’s the Indiana Springsteen.

Kaine’s zingers are more “err?” than zing.

Pence: “People in Scranton know different.” *Looks over shoulder, thinks paranoid thoughts* Just what do they know?

Someone needs to get up there and give Kaine a back message. He’s so jittery.

Pence looks like a TV movie version of John McCain.

When does the Alan Bates – Oliver Reed inspired wrestling start? I mean, we’re after the 30 minute mark here and the homoeroticism has merely been implied – it needs to get explicit and quick.


Worst episode of The Dating Game ever.

And that was that – absolutely nothing was learned.

This Frank Luntz focus group of undecided voters in Ohio – not a single looker.

Not a particularly substantive debate, but Pence wins on the optics of it. Kaine wasn’t relaxed, but in an election that is so obsessed with the two candidates and their personalties, the VP debate seemed even less relevant than normal, Sunday’s debate is to come … and out there in the distance we can hear the faint sound of a calliope playing a march as the circus comes to town.