I got it wrong. My prediction three days ago about how last night’s final presidential candidate debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump would proceed was way off key—an imagination of improbable things, a fantasy. There was no warm handshake, no mwah mwah kiss, no ‘open borders’ welcome from Trump, no call for the twenty-eighth amendment from Clinton, and definitely no love in the air. Instead, we got the usual emotive language and images (‘babies ripped from the womb’ from Trump and ‘Putin’s puppet president’ from Clinton), haranguing, evasion, interruptions, wild accusations and especially from Trump, random wanderings off the question into la-la land. Clinton displayed more poise, more focus on policy and dare I say it, more statesmanship.
My money’s on Clinton to become the next President of the United States.