Instead of watching the so called “debate” on television, or even recording it for later viewing, I decided to spare my blood pressure and do other things.
I cleaned out my kitchen drawers, re arranged the living room furniture, read a 1959 paperback murder mystery by Ross MacDonald, went shopping for a blender and sharp kitchen knife, played some solitaire on my iPad, listened to my one message begging me to watch the “debate” and skipped calling back to explain myself one more time.
It was still too hot for me to go strolling along the beach, but plenty of other people were out enjoying the mall and beach. Some ski-doos went racing by out in the channel, and there were plenty of customers at the restaurants in the mall.
The traffic was heavy, whether from people getting home from work or just beach goers was hard to tell, but I always have to dodge traffic when crossing the main street by the beach.
There are so many other more enjoyable things to do than watch “ding a lings” tell lies to all of us that I care not that 100 million other folks are glued to their idiot boxes.
I have three televisions, and I would rather watch old VHS tapes of the original Star Trek than any more political news or commentary.
In fact I did watch some that my daughter had taped for me in 1986, and am working through a few of them just to keep them from sticking in the box.
I like to watch old movies on DVD format, and had Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid, while waiting out the heat wave.
I wonder how long I will have to wait until the talking heads stop debating and commenting on the “debate”?
6:38 on the morning after. I decided to wait until I went to the library to read the New York Times for my information on the debate. To maintain ignorance until noon, I must not turn on Channel 2 Fox news, or NPR. The Jazz station is in pledge drive so that leaves the local classical music station that only does quirky news items and usually does not have any analysis.
I don’t get cell phone service in my apartment so no one can call me to discuss anything, and if they did leave a message, I can wait until later to listen.
I could troll the news while I am in the laundry room posting this essay to WordPress, and various friends via e-mail, but that would be cheating.
I am sure the Drudge Report is twisting everything it can in favor of the Orange Wigged One, so I can walk down to the library in innocence and ignorance before I get any onslaught of opinion.