Recently I mentioned how “don’t talk about religion or politics” is usually wise counsel. And, as with most wise counsel, I ignore it. I actually hardly ever discuss religion, actually, because to me it’s something deeply personal, and to hear others talk about their own beliefs is more than a little boring. I get a little riled when one particular religion chops off people’s heads (or burns them alive in cages, or what have you), and I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut about certain religions dominating certain industries. I pretty much leave the topic alone.
Politics, though, is a different matter. I consider it every bit as interesting as charts, because, you see, it’s not stocks or politics I find especially captivating – – – – it’s the history that’s forming around us during our lives.
As Witchy-Poo has informed us repeatedly lately, “history has been made” with the first non-penis-having human capturing a major presidential nomination in United States history. She will be paired, it appears, with a megalomaniac whose masculinity is persistently on display (small hands notwithstanding) and has demonstrated his desire to exercise his pure “id” at every opportunity. It’s going to be very, very entertaining (although I suspect by early November people will be dancing in the streets that the slugfest is almost over).
But there’s something I’m going to be looking for when the debates start again, and I suggest you might want to do the same: I like to think of it as the Sorkin moment. I suspect Trump is going to push, and poke, and goad, and prod, and insult, and insinuate in much the way Tom Cruise’s character needles Colonel Jessup into an outburst that he will soon regret.
I mean, it could be about anything, but let’s just take one possibility:
Clinton: “You’ll find that the quantity and quality of those speaking out against me is a much smaller group than yours, Mr. Trump.”
Trump: “Maybe they’re too afraid to speak out or else they’ll wind up like Vince Foster.”
{brief moment of tense outrage as the blood vessels appear on her forehead}
Clinton: “He was murdered, you asshole!”
Now, if and when such a “did she really say that?!?!” moment takes place, the real question is whether the nation will rise to its feet as one and begin applauding or whether they’ll start to wonder about the infamous temper of this woman (whose screams, apparently, could be heard throughout the White House during her husband’s administration).
Anyway, it’ll be entertaining. Let’s see if this little “moment” I’m predicting actually transpires. Get your Coke and popcorn ready.
