‘Plop, plop, fizz, fizz …” Thanks to a recent game of Charades, this 1950s advertising jingle had become stuck in my brain and as the Clinton-Trump debate approached, I kept thinking that in order to live through that television extravaganza, I might need more help than Speedy Alka-Seltzer could provide.
Maybe some anti-anxiety medications would be in order. After all, given the low bar the media had set for Donald Trump, all he needed to do in the 90-minute debate was appear semi-normal. If he did that, the media might well proclaim him the victor, which might propel him towards the presidency.
The notion that a totally unqualified, largely ignorant and extremely dangerous racist, misogynist demagogue whose head is full of half-baked – make that one-eighth baked – ideas could be elected president made me consider that an anti-depressant might need to be added to the medication mix.
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