Why I did not watch the debate

For one thing, I knew I could get the juicy details off the Web without bothering to waste ninety minutes of my life, much of it listening to Harpy Hillary lie her way through an obfuscating forest of mildewed cliches.

Another reason is that I didn’t expect the so-called moderator—an NBC drone who would only pretend to be objective—to treat Trump fairly and from what I’ve read so far he didn’t. He sucked up to the Harpy at every opportunity and he even out-Candied Candy Crowley contradicting Trump a few times. He became the third debater. He ought to be ashamed. But he already works for NBC.

But primarily I know who I’m voting for and it’s not Queen Cankles—whom it is being said looked drugged up with a vapid Miss America smile and probably was wearing a wire—and her scummy husband The Groper. Nothing she says or, for that matter, whatever Trump says is going to change my mind.

As James Taranto of the Wall Street Journal put it, all Trump had to do was prove himself to be sane. And the polls are already doing it for him. The Hildabeast had to prove herself trustworthy and she couldn’t possibly do that in ninety minutes. Especially not when decades as a lying, crooked pol and the wife of a lying, crooked pol have proven otherwise to all but her most diehard supporters.

Althouse, who did watch, said: “Overall, I’ll just say that was very unpleasant and I’m glad it’s over. I switched it off without stopping to listen to any of the spin.”

And Mr. B. who watched some of it in between doing his homework: “You were right, it was boring.”

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