As I write this, the eleven hundred people seeking the Democratic Nomination are debating on TV and I'm not watching. Here's the reason: Between now and Election Day of 2020 — and come to think of it, even after regardless of the outcome — we're going to be hearing political arguments. We're going to be hearing too many political arguments. Never mind what they're saying…the sheer volume of them will be way too much and we'll all be real sick of them long before we even know who the nominees are. (I'm still only about 75% convinced the Republican one will be Trump.)
So I figure whenever you can avoid any of it, seize the opportunity. I don't know that the debate I'm missing right now matters that much. If by some miracle it does, I'll catch excerpts later. The news coverage in advance seemed to suggest that the big suspense is whether, with no seven-second delay in the telecast, we'll hear one of the candidates say the "f" word.
Me, I'm already sick of it — especially because I have the feeling that once there is a Democratic nominee, we'll be able to look back and see that almost nothing that happened in 2019 had much to do with that selection. Some candidates eliminated themselves and that was all. Enjoy the show and enjoy the tweets from the guy in the White House who sounds like Statler and/or Waldorf except that (a) the characters heckling Fozzie Bear from the balcony were funny and (b) we now have Putin's hand where a Muppeteer's used to be.