I didn’t watch the GOP debate. I’m just not that into them. A debate is not a test of every candidates qualifications to lead. It is not even a place to hear a lucid oration on their policies. It is a stage on which lawyers or quick witted con men will look best, and the media is permitted to frame them. I’d rather watch paint dry.
To be fair, living in New Hampshire, and being a political blogger with a shiny "new media" by line attached, I not only have access to most if not all candidates, I am encouraged to have access. I get to press the flesh, write about them, even do live streamed or podcasted interviews with them; and I can develop a comfortable disinterest after twenty or thirty in-box invitation to meet "so-and-so" at "such-and-such" house party, picnic, monthly committee meeting, or fundraiser. Not everyone has that opportunity, in fact most people don’t, so call it a luxury of New Hampshire convenience, one that I do in fact cherish. Small state, big Primary, so debates can be viewed at a distance (even DVR’d), and oh yeah, the Patriots were on that night as well.
This is not to say I do not scroll through the reams of coverage and commentary afterwards. That is the convenience of modern advancements. DVR, Internet, Facebook, Google +, Blogosphere, and so on. Why kill it yourself when you can get it shrink wrapped on the cheap? Did I mention the Patriots were on that night?
I am also privy to a stream of inter-party, partisan remarks, from people whom I respect, about why their candidate won "Best in show." Social media, of which email is certainly a slower participant, provides me an almost endless series of fly-in-amber declarations from every choir. Articles, opinions, personal commentary, coffee, mouse click, and go. Information, observation, and opinion are in abundance, and I horde them in neat little virtual folders like a squirrel collects acorns for winter.
Not everything the social media funnel sends my way is ‘expert activist’ opinion. There are also novice interjections from folks who stumble out of the political hinterland every quadrennial without having left a proper trail of breadcrumbs from the last go-round. (Though the trail keeps getting shorter and soon, I suspect, the inauguration will be doubling as a campaign whistle-stop/fundraiser for the re-election.) In any regard, lacking the necessary cultural immersion, these electoral equivalents of the dead-beat dad, when discussing their observations about a presidential debate, can sound like Kelly Bundy describing the modularity theorem for elliptic curves.
Byron York in,
I’ve never understood the Republican-conservative, Libertarian, Right-Wing-in General, love affair with the idea of a balanced budget amendment. And it is not just my fear of letting the same modern Americans who think doing away with the electoral college is a good idea have a whack at the US Constitution. It’s actually much simpler than that. A balance has two sides, and all things being equal, the side paying will get screwed.