So we have one candidate who definitely supports the Constitution and one who takes 24 hours to decide whether he does (tough one).
His daughter knew what to say. So did his running mate and his campaign manager. They all knew the question was coming. And the answer was simple: Yes—barring some extraordinary circumstances, such as what happened in the 2000 election, "Of course we'll accept." "Absolutely, we will." Will what? Abide by the Constitution of the United States. Accept the results certified by the states and then officially by the Electoral College. The truth is that it doesn't matter what Donald Trump says.
Oh, dear. I almost forgot what I was going to write about. And I don't think it's age. Heck of a vice presidential debate last week, I say to the man in front me of me in line. Actually, I don't say it. I'm afraid that even in my NPR-ish zip code, he'll still look at me like I'm out of my mind. And if I'm being honest, I'm not sure I could pick Mike Pence out of a lineup, not that anyone votes for vice president.
I left the University of Southern California forum where I watched the debate Monday night with an overwhelming sense of unease. And I've been trying to figure out why. I've been to debates where my candidate did great and debates where my candidate did not; I've been to debates where I can't even remember what city I was in, much less what anybody said. I would have to say that most debates don't move numbers or decide elections, no matter how big a deal the media makes of them, because most people leave supporting the same candidate they supported coming in.
This should be a 10-point race, minimum. If this were an election governed by any of the rules of politics that all of us have been practicing and teaching and writing books about, this should be the biggest snoozer since 1984, when Germond and Witcover penned their aptly named "Wake Us When It's Over." He picked a fight with the family of a dead Muslim soldier. He didn't just start a fight; he kept the thing going.
My week has been consumed, more than I'd like, on the other side of the columnist's table, with me as the subject. I love writing: I just hate being written about. Usually, it's not good news when you're the subject of a column.
Is the Donald really getting "nuttier"? That's what the New York Post said today, claiming insiders as their source. I don't actually know any Donald Trump "insiders," although I do know some of the beleaguered professionals who are trying to gain some measure of control over a hopelessly inexperienced candidate. But you don't need to know any insiders to understand why they're running for cover and leaking like sieves. What else can they do? They have a candidate who is totally out of control, and it is going to cost him, sooner or later.