It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
The third debate is in the bag. I’m up early so journalism is still beginning its writeups and analysis of the performances.
All I know is that UNLV needs to check for contamination around Donald Trump’s podium. Because Hillary Clinton dropped a neutron bomb on the poor fucker.
He was outclassed from the opening salvos. Hillary Clinton had command of every topic that was brought up and was utterly unshakable. Donald Trump was reduced to blithering conspiracies by night’s end.
It was better than the first debate. We had lots of laughs about that one but this time Hillary Clinton came to fuck Trump’s shit up. She brought out the worst of him. Laid him bare. Filleted him at every turn.
If you didn’t see Donald Trump lose and lose bigly last night, you’re a fucking moron. He’s like the Black Knight from The Holy Grail; he’s lost all of his limbs but still continues to insist that he can win a fight. He got beat so bad that I don’t think his rallies will be the same. But I could be wrong. If there’s one thing that Donald Trump lacks, it’s self awareness. He will continue with his boring, pathetic campaign until he gets stomped in the only referendum that matters in a few weeks.
Anyone who is afraid to lose a bet about who wins can now comfortably lay money down today. It’s over. To quote the late Bill Nunn:
“Ooh, it’s a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he’s down. Left-Hand Hate KOed by Love.”