I watched the last debate. Alf left the room saying, “I’m exhausted.” He was right of course, the entire nation has been on a marathon run of insults, lies and scandal.
We have arrived at reality TV status. Not surprising since we thrive on this genre. Why would we expect our candidates to be anything less than entertaining?
What was missing for Trump was a hair stylist and a script beyond the one-liner attack. There were moments, especially up close, he looked like the Grinch in pancake make-up.
Clinton looked starched and at moments scared. Behind her rehearsed poise, she was bracing herself for the inevitable questions about the disgraces in her life. However, she was so well scripted that she pulled off the performance of a lifetime. She deserves an Oscar for the best performance of an actor in a leading role. It’s no surprise that her personality type either goes in for acting or politics.
If Trump wins the presidency, we will get all the glam and eye-candy we crave. The media will drool capturing Melania’s every model move. She will light up the White House and elevate it to mogul status. That in itself will distract Putin and ISIS for a while.
Clinton, on the other hand, will be returning to her old digs with her scandal-worn philandering partner. A rather stale spectacle in comparison.
Calvin says, “Do you know what’s really a shame? There’s no mention of a dog coming to the White House. But then again maybe they’re too many already.”
Everyone loves to win. Last night the Giants won the game with the Mets. Today in the office the mood was lighter, there were more smiles, and people were huddled in small groups discussing the plays.
I rushed home last night to see the game on TV. Nada. None of the major networks was televising it. I was shocked.
I checked the Internet for live streaming. Nada. I had to download flash players and create accounts in order to see the game.
What once was the right of every American to see baseball on TV for free has been usurped by grubby hungry cable companies in order to make more money.
That’s just plain un-American.
It’s time for a revolt.
Let’s all go to our local sports bar and view the games there. That will teach these cable guys they can’t mess with the public like that.
The bars would love the business, and we’d enjoy watching with others who are mad with us. Besides, it’s more fun being together. After a few drinks, and lots of peanut shells on the floor, we can be as noisy as we want together.
Calvin says, “I’m mad with you. It’s like removing all the rabbits from a field. It leaves you bereft.”
When I’m out of focus, that’s when I’m most creative.
I saw another brother Grimm. There’s a lot of them.
Do you understand why this song won’t work on American Idol? Oh yea, it’s very dark. It’s a good Swan song. A good way to go out.
Not everyone can sing and dance. That’s why we have sports.
Have you called your mother lately? Me too.
Calvin says, “Funny, I have no desire to call my birth mother. I’m happy in my adopted family. New scents to chase everyday. Especially those diapers.”