October 8, 2020
Author: Chilton Williamson

The sole excitement during last night’s vice-presidential debate—an incident which I somehow missed–was the alighting of a common housefly on the head of the current Vice-President, where it remained (so I gather) for a minute or so. Owing probably to his thatch of white hair, Mike Pence appears to have missed it as well. That was too bad, as the fly (which at least one overexcited liberal has since claimed was really Mephistopheles in the form in which Southern Baptists, so I am told, and members of other Protestant sects imagine him) was much more interesting a presence than his debating opponent, Senator Kamala Harris, who looked old and sullen and collapsed and sounded by turns  as pissy as her running mate and annoyingly condescending. Her facial expressions too were, I suspect, of no help to her. These ran the gamut between amused contempt for her opponent and relishment of her own other-imposed role as an oppressed Woman of Color, burdened by the weight of centuries of American history that is, in point of fact, not actually hers. In these latter moments, she appeared like a soap actress impersonating the tragic demeanor of Coretta Scott King  whenever the cameras face her way. Worse, she had nothing of substance to say, having doubtless been strictly advised by her handlers not to express her more extreme opinions, such as the right of illegal aliens to free health care, in order not to alarm ninety-plus percent of American voters. Deprived of the chance to speak like the fiery revolutionary she is, the poor woman was reduced to ordering the mansplainer (incumbency does give the advantage of knowing what you’re talking about, sometimes) not to “lecture me.” I am Woman: Hear me roar! The roars, unfortunately, never materialized on the set. Neither did the purrs. Mrs. Harris, indeed, is not a likeable woman. She never has been, she never will be, and she will never convince anyone that she is likable, not even perhaps by her husband. Her virtues, such as they are, lie elsewhere. Alas, she never succeeded in suggesting any one of them last night. Could they perhaps be fictitious?

As for Mike Pence, he triumphed by knowing pretty much whereof he spoke and by presenting himself as the temperamental opposite of President Trump—which of course what he was hired to do from the time Trump chose him as his running mate. Thus he succeeded in conveying, to me at least, the impression that he is one half of an emotionally, psychologically, and thus theatrically balanced team.  He demonstrated also that the past four years have taught him invaluable lessons about liberals, the unhinged liberal personality, and the dangerous creed of  liberalism itself. I begin to think what I have never suspected before: This man will make a good and reliable presidential candidate on the GOP ticket four years from now.