On Bringing An Incoherent Cheeto To A Knife Fight
Well, that was painful. If you couldn't abide watching the entire dance of the oligarchs during last night's "debate," what you missed was a poised and competent (if ever hawkish) Clinton slice and dice Drumpf into teeny, vulgar, sexist, racist, loud-mouthed, thin-skinned, fat-shaming, no-tax-paying, mansplaining, babbling, bullying, braggadocious, petulant, consistently lying little orange slivers, so many itty bitty slivers it would make your head spin like you wouldn't believe. The general consensus by pretty much everyone - including Republicans and Nazis - is that Clinton "won." The lesson of the evening and Drumpf's astonishing inability to rise to the occasion, notes one op-ed: "Never bring a Cheeto to a knife fight."
Still, the significance of the so-called win continues to be hotly debated. Dan Rather and many others argue the debate, the petty, querulous tone of the campaign and the Orange One's rise reflect an unprecedented downward spiral as we watch this country's "tide of progress (recede) with the fierce undertow of a looming tsunami." Our idealistic, albeit deeply flawed founders, Rather notes, "believed in reason and the power of intellect...feared the accumulation of power, loathed vanity, and tried to build in protections against the demagogues who would appeal to mankind’s basest instincts." O Drumpf, what a falling-off was there. You know what to do.