The Trump-Guthrie Debate...errrr...Town Hall

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman

and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

Business writer.  Songwriter.  Publisher.

I am usually not in favor of watching events televised live. Especially, town halls, debates, and so forth. The way I process information requires I be able to stop the action, think a bit, then start back up. This methodology has served me well my entire life even if it drives a lot of other people nuts. 

Therefore, twenty hours after the Trump-Guthrie debate — excuse me, I mean the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie — I went to YouTube and watched the event without all the breathlessness the rest of the country had.

Yes, I had heard opinions about it. Most notably, everyone seemed to think Guthrie didn't know the rules of such engagement and that she did not have any respect for the president and that was just wrong. While true, I believe they've all missed the point. 

Put a grain of sand inside an oyster and what do you get? A pearl. Irritation may have a good result — and it did with the oyster and with the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie.

Her attacks and interruptions showed exactly why, of the two candidates, Trump should be the one to be voted for. He did not back down or equivocate. He was strong. He was clear. He was friendly. And in control. He even handled the fan girl moment quite well. 

He was truly presidential. 

So, thank you, Savannah, producers, network, and network bosses. You done good. 

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Decadent desserts: Just trying too hard.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

Business writer.  Songwriter.  Publisher.

Frankly, I no longer want to eat a dessert whose very description means "characterized by or reflecting a state of moral or cultural decline", that is to say, decadent.

But they are decadent in a real sense because they are big fat liars and cheaters and con artists. How? Well, have you ever noticed that most desserts claiming said decadence are simply trying too hard? It's true. They always promise more than they can deliver. 

After some eager little waiter or waitress* lifts an eyebrow and says with what they always think is a sexy ooze in their voice, "You should try our new Sextuplet Chocolaté Quadruple Brownie Cake with spa-a-a-a-rinkles of t-a-a-a-a-riple East European imported roasted coffee toffees, will you be needing two spoons?", well, who wouldn't order it?

Decadent desserts remind me of the guy on the dance floor that has the moves but whose timing is off, he's flat-footed, but he is trying so hard you almost feel sorry for him and you dance with him anyway, smiling through the pain. [See picture above illustrating that painful smile.] 

To that guy and the dessert, I say, "No more. Spare me the pain...and the disappointment."

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Debating The Debate: Only one woman's opinion...but I'm right.

At it again...all for you.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

Business writer.  Songwriter.  Publisher.

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I’ve been giving some thought to the debate Tuesday evening, September 29, 2020. All persons I’ve talked to, pundits in/on any media I’ve heard, and all sides of the political spectrum have agreed: The debate between Trump and Biden or — as one pundit hilariously put it — between Chewbacca and The Swedish Chef —was crazy, wild, no rules followed by either party. Even the chosen law man, moderator Wallace, had as good as been defunded.

What was going on?

Let me first get Biden comments out of the way. He whined. He backpedaled. He said “you shut up”. Whatever his team did to change his body clock and keep his mind sharp, worked. I don’t believe he used his go-to insult — dog-faced pony soldier — but what insults he did say could easily have been answered by “sticks and stones”. However, he put a target on his back for his party to shoot at when he said “I am the party” and then proceeded to trash much they held dear.

But Trump? 

He gave Biden opportunity to follow the rules, but once Biden interrupted him, you know he said to himself "So...that's how it's gonna be, huh?" And so he went full MMA on Biden, the Democrat party, the Left, BLM, Antifa, and their ilk. Then he threw in some dirty street fighting to top it all off when he challenged the appointed po-po, Chris Wallace, and got in his face. He changed tactics. He jumped in. He laid back and watched. 

Chewbacca he was not. 

He was crazy-sly like a damn fox. He demonstrated just how wild the situations are in certain Democrat-controlled cities when rules are not followed. How do we know the message got through? Ask yourself this: What have we heard since then from the Dems?

“We need RULES!”

So, Trump now has all the Dems begging — B.E.G.G.I.N.G! — for stability.
Crazy-sly. It was so clear to me.