“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
E. M. Forster saw it clearly and said all that should have been necessary in evaluating it before NINETEEN-NINE –– the year he published The Machine Stops.
A REVIEW OF THE THIRD DEBATEAPPEARANCEHE: pale, haggard, rumpled, frowzy, subdued, a bit grimSHE: Spritely, confident, rested, crisp, well-dressed, beautifully coiffed, perfectly made up, highly professional, almost attractive, but arrogantSTYLEHE: Semi-articulate, limited vocabulary, poor syntax, common "Noo Yawk" guttersnipe accent unfortunate, but may help him appear to be "one of the folk."SHE: Bright, glib, formulaic, overly-calculated, brazen and palpably insincere. Her normally harsh Midwestern twang seemed less abrasive than usual. I suspect she's been taking elocution lessons from a top Hollywood drama coach.SUBSTANCEHE: Restrained, en pointe (focused), but shambling verbal style, defensive, hangdog aura, works against him. Makes many excellent points, but does it poorly SHE: Never gives actual answers, responds instead with warmed over segments from campaign speeches, and artfully contrived sound bites. Overall she appears militantly mendacious, truculent, and smug. Worse she perpetually filibusters like an automaton who cannot be stopped till it has finished its scientifically-engineered routineMODERATORChris Wallace was the clear “winner” of the evening. He was fair, kind-but-impartial, considerate, but excellent at keeping the candidates moving along on track without seeming rude or agenda-driven. BRAVO, Chris Wallace!
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