…I didn’t watch the VP debate. No point, really.
When I watch TV, I typically watch a lot of documentary TV… Discovery Channel, History Channel, Food Network, DIY, etc. DirecTV feeds a couple hundred channels, most of which were un-sullied by the debate coverage, into my house. So I actually watched something else and learned something I didn’t previously know, unlike the VP debate, which, like the 3 scheduled Presidential debates (one of which has been completed), are essentially content-free as far as learning goes.
Really. Think about it. Did you learn anything truly new from watching last week’s Presidential debate or this last night’s VP debate?
No, you did not.
Did any of the candidates or their running mates trot out a genuinely new idea or concept or proposal?
No, they did not. They regurgitated what their TV ads and interviews and websites and party platforms have already stated over and over again to the point of inducing nausea.
And we have another month of this waist-deep crap to wade through before the election, then a solid week of artificially-colored maps telling us what "color" state we live in and analyzing the results well past the point of inducing nausea.
Mark my words: doesn’t matter which candidate wins the election. It doesn’t. Aside from age and skin tone, they ain’t that different. On one side, you have a relatively liberal conservative who has played further right on social issues to appease the party regulars. On the other side you have liberal (based on voting record) playing to the center to appease enough of Middle America. The net out of this is one guy just right of center (overall) and one guy just left of center (overall) but close enough to each other to cover ’em with a single blanket. Pay no attention to the websites and plans and proposals and programs. When has any of that survived into the actual administration? I’m talking past the Congress, survived any and all court challenges, etc.
No, life, as it is, will continue regardless of the outcome November 4. The country will continue. The strength of this place is not in a white-stone building in D.C. It resides in apartments and houses, factories and farms, over the road and in the subway cars. It’s you, me, the guy over there, the lady down the street. It’s family, friends, neighbors, and complete strangers taking a moment every now and then to do something for someone else, not in hope of reward or recognition, but because it needed doing.
Remember that, and whatever else is thrown our way will wilt at our strength.