By Jack Lions.
Last night’s Trump vs. Kamala Harris debate – what a farce, ladies and gentlemen, what a farce!
It wasn’t a debate; it was a spectacle of bias, where Trump found himself battling not just Harris, but also the moderators and the entire apparatus of the media elite.
Now, don’t misunderstand me, we all love a good dust-up in the political arena. A bit of robust jousting between candidates is what makes democracy tick. But what we witnessed last night? It was like walking into a rigged boxing match where the referee’s handing out uppercuts, while one fighter’s left to fend off both their opponent and the officiating crew. And that referee? ABC, turning what should have been a duel into a three-against-one tag team.
It was like walking into a rigged boxing match where the referee’s handing out uppercuts, while one fighter’s left to fend off both their opponent and the officiating crew.
From the get-go, the moderators couldn’t even be bothered to hide their disdain for Trump. It was fact-check after fact-check—only when it came to him, of course. Meanwhile, Kamala could’ve stood there declaring the moon was made of cheese, and the moderators wouldn’t have blinked. Instead, they were her personal caddies, teeing her up for a cushy stroll through the debate.
And Kamala? Oh, she played it cool as a cucumber, reading her rehearsed lines while the moderators held her hand. Meanwhile, Trump, never one to shy from a scrap, found himself fact-checked mid-sentence and interrupted as if he were on trial, not in a debate. You could practically see the moderators stepping in as her bodyguards every time Trump began to build momentum. It was as clear as day that the fix was in.
But let’s not be naïve here—this isn’t some shocking revelation. ABC’s head honcho, a close buddy of Harris, easily could have made sure the deck was stacked. The moderation was about as subtle as a rhinoceros on roller skates, and the agenda was to prop Harris up while chopping Trump down at every opportunity.
Yet, despite the onslaught, Trump, in true form, battled on. His grit, his tenacity—he wasn’t there to be steamrolled, even when the very moderators were trying to pull the rug from under him. No, he fought with his back against the wall, and even then, you could sense his defiance against an establishment determined to see him silenced.
And then, of course, there was Harris’s free pass. When Trump stumbled, they pounced. When Kamala stumbled, they swiftly moved on. They might as well have thrown rose petals at her feet.
When Trump stumbled, they pounced. When Kamala stumbled, they swiftly moved on. They might as well have thrown rose petals at her feet.
While Trump was grilled like a sausage at a summer BBQ, Kamala floated through with barely a challenge.
So let’s not mince words, this wasn’t a debate, it was a hit job. A rigged affair by the media elites, protecting their own. But Trump, ever the fighter, stood tall and held his ground. In doing so, Trump reminded us that even when the establishment throws everything at him – moderators, media, and all – he’s not backing down.
The real loser last night? Democracy itself, as the world witnessed just how far the media will go to tip the scales.
