All that was missing from Pence’s performance was a papal sedan chair throne to ensure his more-in-sorrow-than-anger furrowed brow and sneer was directed downward.
What an oily, sanctimonious, condescending, and yeah, patronizing piece of shit. No wonder he attracted a fly.
To tell the truth, I didn’t notice it, probably because I was busy doing other things. The debate was strictly a grim citizen’s duty. Watch and hope my preferred candidate was deemed worthy by my preferred punditry. Sigh.
I’m beginning to think debates aren’t useful for much of anything. It’s filler/content for the gaping and never satisfied cable news maw. There’s way too much armchair psychoanalysis, way too much noncommittal talk from the chatterers until they coalesce around some agreed upon gotcha moment. Maybe in times past with a more limited amount of media they offered voters a chance to see candidates react in real time, but now it’s just more endless, dreary spin.
Having said that, I still think Pence was and is full of enough shit to sink a garbage scow.