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A Quim Stained Contender; A Bond Villain Prattles

debatesWednesday evening, these dog and pony show debates came to a close in Las Vegas, with the final round between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton giving us their last hurrah before we voters run to the booths in November. I was watching this final performance from a hospital room; not my room, but the room of a friend who the night before had someone attempt to steal his car and ended up dragging him along the ground. He has a huge chunk of flesh and muscle taken out of his arm, a concussion and who knows what else. The hospital stabilized him so visitors were allowed…no one should be without a friend or someone to visit them in those places, which is why I had to go see him. Staying any length of time in a hospital is like spending time in a minimum security jail; visitors always help. I was going to be there for my friend.

I brought some whiskey for him and with that, and his prescribed pain killers, we were all cozy in his room being disappointed from the televised selection of Presidential contenders we’ve been left with. Both candidates held no mind blowing surprise up their sleeves, no catastrophic mud slinging rant to bring the other guy (or gal) down, just a continual droning mixture of accusations and denials. Their performances mimicked the routine they had grown comfortable presenting to the public, time and time again throughout this election, with Trump continuing to live in a world of lies and denial and Hillary working hard to keep a straight face or appear human. Clinton can’t get her on air persona any more homogenized, it’s the same smooth approach to the masses her husband used that won him the nickname ‘Slick Willie”-and a couple of elections. The Clintons are masters of oration and by comparison, Trump sounds like some bully punk from eighth grade with a fifth grade vocabulary. I know he likes to claim he has ‘big’ words, but the majority of us aren’t buying it. But in spite any analysis I might write about those two, regardless any writer’s or reporter’s take on Clinton and Trump, it just doesn’t seem to matter. Trump people are still voting for Donald, Clinton supporters won’t waver and break ranks from Hillary.

I found this final debate to be a bleak and hollow reflection of where our society’s mindset is right now. We continue to watch these two political monkeys up there on stage throw shit at our country and then we personalize it toward one another. It seems to work at the core of our frail emotional state of being; to persuade us into believing that not only is the opponent’s candidate going to destroy the country, those who oppose your beliefs and ideals are doing the same thing. We’re reverting back to a mentality where we want to kill everything that isn’t what we want or desire…and we call that a Democracy? I’ve known ten people (in my life) who committed suicide and that seems a bit high for anyone short of a soldier or police officer. Attitudes are getting more defensive thanks to the onslaught of memes and unbridled posts on social media platforms. Our nation is going through one of those ugly growth spurts, but we can live through it. I think back to our country’s periods of ill times….Chicago mobsters during Prohibition, beatings and lynchings for Civil Rights, Crips and Bloods warring on the West Coast. We’re going through one of those rough times right now, stemmed inside a techno communicating world. We all keep getting geared up from these debates, these two political clowns, then turn it back on one another to keep the social media cauldron bubbling.

Why will no one hold Trump’s feet to the fire about his statement on how you can grab a woman’s pussy. That statement opened up a whole new era of acceptable public vocabulary. The airwaves smacked with reports and rebuttals on him saying the word ‘pussy’. The censor of communications (via the FCC) in America morphed….and we all experienced the event that made the word pussy become a societal norm to our vocabulary…remarkable. A real live, mind bending scene from civilization’s evolution.

So Trump gets away with saying you can grab women’s pussy and people out there who despise Hillary Clinton stand silent, pursed lips and quiet tongues, just waiting for November. They’ll hold fast against the pussy statement because the wait is almost over. Soon they’ll fill out ballots to try and stop Hillary from gaining control of our country. In spite her presenting Trump’s own contradicting words back at him on numerous issues, his lack of character or Trump’s business failures, this doesn’t seem to be enough for Clinton haters. They still view Clinton as if she were the incarnation of James Bond’s nemesis, Dr. No, on stage. A Bond villain just chattering away. They just can’t bring themselves to trust or vote for her.

This is how the race is going to the finish line folks. I witnessed that final closing act on the American travesty we call an election from a hospital room, on a rainy night, with a friend.
Now we can all go vote in November…see what we create this time.

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