Last night's Democratic debate was a frustrating and dispiriting horror show — what we saw of it. See, PBS had this fascinating show on about us: "Cat Tales"! How in the world were we supposed to skip that?
Watching a cat documentary was a much better choice than sitting helplessly by as the Democratic candidates tore into each other about who could remember the President of Mexico and who could not. The real matter at hand is the destruction of our democracy that gets worse by the day. The fact that nobody on that stage had the brains to say "Time out, everyone — we have to defeat Donald Trump" makes us simply crazy. And the moderators, who are just there to incite fights instead of asking serious policy questions, were, as usual, pathetic.
The only way to fix these goddamn debates is to remove the journalists completely. (Especially the repulsive poseur Chuck Todd.) Instead, get moderators who are subject matter experts to ask serious questions. Susan Rice, for example, could ask about national security and the hollowing out of the State Department. Laurence Tribe could weigh in on legal issues like the damage the Trumpsters are doing to DOJ. Bring in someone from the Brady Campaign to ask about guns, or a physician to pose questions on abortion. You get the idea.
And if the journalists say, "We moderate, or you don't get broadcast"? The hell with them. Stream it on the interwebs instead.
We also could lose the dumb, glitzy sets — and let's restore what's left of the DNC chairman's dignity by relieving him of crowd-warm-up duties. We've never been so embarrassed for anyone in our nine lives.
That's our rant. On the bright side, Clayton Williams has died. We cats still remember Ann Richards's reaction when he refused to shake her hand. ("Oh, Clayton, that's baaaad.") And we PURR.
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