I Survived the First Presidential Debates (Barely) with Clinton vs. Trump
Last night was the first presidential debate that put Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump behind podiums and let them hash it out on various issues. As the presidential nominees for their respective parties, it was their job to state their platforms and bring their plans to the table.
As the Miss Benita of pop culture and politics, it was my job to watch and try to make something from it. I dreaded it so hard. Why? Because I knew Drumpf was gonna bring a Q-tip to a gun battle and then whine. I knew that jackass was going to have my blood pressure skyrocket as he talked nonsense. I knew that I’d wanna jump off a first floor balcony unto soft grass by the end of the evening.
And it was true. Donald Trump the Dusty Degenerate stood on that stage and acted like a toddler who was mad that you told him to go to bed even though he’s sleepy. He interrupted her often, was allergic to the truth and started using his outside voice halfway through in frustration. In fact, I was upset for Hillary. A WHOLE her, standing on the same stage as him. I’m insulted on her behalf and honestly, appalled that this is even happening. AMERICA, SEE YOUR LIFE. See your life in these streets. Olodos.
Meanwhile, Lester Holt was moderating and failed at keeping the asshat of the world in check. The boil on the yansh of our electoral politics acted a fool and Lester couldn’t get him to behave. Which, bless him. I’m not sure anyone can.
All I know is November can’t come soon enough.
And when this man tried to come for her, talmbout how she wasn’t presidential or didn’t have stamina, Hillary straight ETHERED him with: “Well, as soon as he travels to 112 countries and negotiates a peace deal, a cease-fire, a release of dissidents, an opening of new opportunities in nations around the world or even spends 11 hours testifying in front of a congressional committee, he can talk to me about stamina.”
Like I said, I don’t give a shit if you don’t like Hillary. Even if you aren’t willing to admit that objectively, she is the most qualified person who has ever run for the office of President of the United States. Please volunteer your vote as tribute come November. We cannot have that cheeto with hair that looks like piss-flavored cotton candy run this country.
After yesterday’s debate, if you still think a Trump presidency would yield the same results for Black/Brown people as an HRC presidency, you’re being willfully obtuse. Hillary might not fix our lives like Iyanla but Trump would try to allow Stop & Frisk to flourish nationwide. Among other bullshit he would wanna do to fix “the African Americans.” Please know that this ain’t a game.
Today also happens to be National Voter Registration Day. REGISTER TO VOTE.
That is all.
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