At least someone was paying attention.
At cards today, a Happy Lady remarked that Hillary left the Cabinet because she was ill. She said it with certainty, the way you'd talk about the weather. When confronted with the notion that the Secretary of State left because it was time for her to run for President, when we wondered about the nature of the supposed illness, when we asked where she'd heard about it, she was stunned.
It had never occurred to her that this was not a fact. She likes us and she trusts us so she didn't dismiss us out of hand. Instead, she listened and saw the merit of our argument. She's already disgusted with Donald, but she feels a lot better about Hillary right now.
This is a change election.
I heard it so often last night and this morning and this afternoon that I began to wonder: were there crib sheets handed out by the media gods?
And anyway, doesn't every challenger run on change?
Hillary's as close to an incumbent as we have in this election and I need her to make my point.
Donald said she'd been fighting ISIS all her adult life, that she'd been making policy for 30 years. She's got experience, I agree. But it's bad ... bad experience.
He saw no problem in blaming her for everything. Why not?
And the media is calling it a change election, feeding into the narrative.
I've been enjoying Sniffgate.
I especially like the fact that Donald says he wasn't sniffling at all. It's impressive, watching someone lie about a viewable fact.
Poor Chris Christie.
Not only did he have the unenviable job of spinning Donald's performance last night, today a former aide described, in court, the Governor laughing about the traffic on the George Washington Bridge. As if that weren't enough, there's a clip of Donald brushing off Governor Chrisite's role in the Bridgegate scandal this way: Of course he knew about it.
Poor Chris Christie.
My favorite part was Donald interrupting Hillary.
I love the fact that Lester Holt let him be Donald, making no effort to rein him in. Instead, he allowed Donald to demonstrate that he is that guy who talks over you, who smirks at you, who makes it about himself and his version of reality... that guy who's in every workspace... who knows that he's better and bigger and cannier than you are....
I can't imagine that was lost on those white, suburban women who are or were in the workplace. It's happened to every one of us.
Does anybody else find it unusual that you can't get a casino license in New Jersey without making your tax returns public but you can try to get elected to the Presidency without sharing the same information?
I want everyone to know where the Donald's debts lie.