It’s exactly two weeks until the debate.
I’m reminded a lot about the Roman history class I took in the spring of 2008, my final semester.
I was working at Campus Rec at the time, manning the equipment desk. It was a boring job, with lots of free time.
So I took my Roman history book, read the chapters, and wrote notes. I then rewrote those notes into succinct paragraphs, then read and reread them again...and again...and…
By the time the blue book test came around, I had that shit memorized.
That’s the same approach I’m taking to the debate.
For the past several weeks, I’ve been writing my notes. Many of you have read them.
Now I need to rewrite that, taking the best points and making them my own. After that, I need to practice...though truth be told, I do that everyday.
Yes, I’m one of those people that breaks into extemporaneous speech. I use the specific numbers I find in the budget to come up with ideas, and then I weave a narrative around them.
Used to be in this country that oratory was a big thing. Strong words, strong language, passionate speech...so much so that you could feel it.
We used to have public speakers that were so good, they’d bring a tear to your eye. They’d cause that stirring in your soul. They’d make you feel.
No longer.
I’m gonna bring that back on Monday, August 8.
I suspect all four candidates will be given a seat at a table in front of a microphone. Most will use that mic...but not me.
I’m going to go out amidst the people, and I’m going to let my voice be heard.
Get ready. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
