The Presidential Debate which took place on October 7, 2008 in Nashville, Tennessee starring “The Long-Winded Professor” Barack Obama, “Eaten by Wolves” Tom Brokaw, and “The Crotchety Mic-Slinger” John McCain was a 90-odd minute display of political posturing, plain old “Grandpa-got-out-of-the-home-quick-find-him-before-he-does-anything-dangerous” All-American bullshit and grotesquely un-artful argument. The analysis of this debate will be vociferous, variegated, vicious, and in clear violation of all philosophical principle and can be found on multiple television channels, radio networks, and countless blogs. This leaves me free to place my analysis on one of those minuscule, tangential, purportedly pointless issues which so mark our post-modern political discourse:
John McCain’s activity with the hand-held microphone when he completed what he considered to be a high quality “maverick-y” moment.
Notice, the next time you watch this debate, or clips thereof, the gun-slinging, wild-west marshal, white-hatted cocky cowboy-style “holstering” of that mic by the Arizona senator. His body language, facial expression and appendage/phalanges activity directly following his senile snippets was the single most frightening thing about the possibility of this hyper-militant grumbling geriatric being handed what we are told is the most powerful job in the world.
For the most part, I don’t care about the practiced puppet pontifications of presidential candidates in the course of a campaign. There is little which can be discerned during such a time that ought effect the perilous conditions of the three-sizes-too-small “hearts and minds” of the American public, however it is this sort of under-appreciated, subconscious thing which is telling; more-so than the actual pre-determined political statements from the candidates mouths, which gives a clearer picture of the truth of that much-lauded “content of their character”.
Please take a look at some of McCain’s gibberish sessions, and keep an eye on his holstering of that political pistol at the end, and tell me it doesn’t hint at just how arrogant, self-aggrandizing, and dangerously violent the interior of this man’s mind really is. Thank Randolph Scott he will not be given any more power than he already has.