Some say Donald Trump is a great debater. Maybe on substance, yes. But not on style. He is like a boxer who stands with his feet spread apart, throwing strong right after strong right. He does not float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. In debates past, he would throw the same punches over and over, hitting the gut of his opponent solidly, but not getting past those gut punches. It was often tiresome to watch.
In this debate, he threw in a left hook occasionally. And not just against Kamala Harris. He connected by holding the ABC moderators to account as well, by correcting the record they would try to spin. Make no mistake about it, the moderators were shamelessly in the fight against Trump, contradicting him at points and never taking Harris to account.
You could see it in the graphics as well whenever Trump and Harris were on split screen. ABC took great pains to minimize the contrast and mute the colors in Trump’s camera, while they presented Harris with high contrast and bold colors. Go back and look. Even the background, which should be the same, was pale on Trump’s side and vivid on Harris’s. He even seemed a little out of focus while her camera was sharp. In the rare wide shot, you could see her lilliputian podium designed to make her look taller. That was laughable.
But while Harris didn’t win against Trump on substance, she did overcome her own worst demons. She came loaded for bear with one-liners and distortions of the truth, such as the tired old assertions that Trump said that there were fine people on both sides in the Charlottesville mess and that he incited the riot on the Capitol and that police died there. She suppressed her insane cackle and avoided trademark meanderings into the nature of time and her love for school buses. She seemed a little nervous at first and had a forced “jouyousness,” though that had faded after the first half hour. You could tell she had to keep reminding herself that she was supposed to be joyous after that as she had to spin the Afghanistan and Ukraine and inflation shituations, somehow blaming both on Trump. Bottom line, though, she did not hang herself as Joe Biden had done in the previous debate.
This will most likely be the last time before election day that Kamala Harris will be challenged. Metaphorically, she will be sent back to the basement like Joe Biden in 2020. After all, this is Barack Obama’s sphincter-tightening time. Worse even than the paddleboarding embarassment. As much as he just wants to be the too-cool-for-school puppet master, this is his endgame. If he cannot push Harris over the finish line, he and his legacy are finished. And pushing her over the finish line means making her appear to be the better candidate.
So first the real Kamala Airhead Harris has to disappear. This has to happen for verisimilitude, just as in 202o when somehow it had to appear that Joe Biden actually got 81 million votes. Now in 2024 comes the magic show to make it look like Harris too can really defeat Tump on bona fide votes from bona fide voters. Will America smoke the crack in the pipe Obama hands them again? Last time, the “there’s no evidence” line worked on enough people. This time… well, we shall see.
What happens next makes last night’s debate a moot point. Next is the railroading. The Anschluss. The train of globalist tyranny that is running on a track right through the divide of the American electorate. Harris and Obama are just useful idiots in that process but Trump will do his best to stand in the way, slugging it out the whole time. It’s hard to believe he might stop that train somehow, but if anyone can do it, it is Donald J. Trump.
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