There were lots of debate drinking games proposed earlier in the day yesterday.
The one I resonated to most was the one that suggested we down a shot each time we realized that Clinton and Trump are the two real choices.
I remained stone cold sober. Yet I still have a hangover.
On the one hand, Trump came off as a stuttering fool.
What is the deal with Rosie O’Donnell?
And the constant Trump snorting?
Forget about his tax returns. Demand a drug test.
Still, his direct appeal to white racism came through loud and clear.
Clinton’s response to the racist appeal was tepid at best. In discussing police shootings in the Black community, her answers were a balancing act that would make the Wallenda’s proud.
At the root of Clinton’s weakness is her fear of alienating Republican donors and voters.
She was much harder on Sanders in the primary debates than she was on Trump last night.
Did you hear the word Republican mentioned even once?
If you weren’t around at the time, would you know that George Bush was the President eight years ago?
I’ll let Nate Silver analyze the horse race.
But when it was over, I felt like I needed a shower.